Chapitre 89: Post-Colored Porcelain

Donald raised an eyebrow. "Of course, I know. This is the hottest topic in the industry these days. A group of people isn't even as sharp as a newcomer."

Bob chimed in. "I heard that she's a pretty young girl. She's really pushing the waves ahead. We can't help but be impressed."

The smile on Andrew's face deepened. He put his fist between his mouth and nose and coughed lightly. He showed a faint gloating expression on his face, but his tone had a hint of disdain. "I think she's just okay."

"It's a pity we didn't go this time," Donald said regretfully. "Otherwise, we would have been able to see the scene with our own eyes. I heard the girl could immediately tell there was something wrong with the painting just by touching it!"

Bob rolled his eyes at Andrew. "We used to buy counterfeits when we were their age, and you're saying that she's just okay."