"You'll know in a while." Ye Feng opened the Bible.
After searching for a moment, he quickly found three folded papers in the middle.
He opened the papers.
As expected, there were many abstract pictures on it.
"What is this?" Zhuang Xiaoqiao was a little confused. "The lines are so messy."
"Other than the fact that paper looks a little old, there's nothing special about it."
"You spent more than 10 million yuan just for this?"
Ye Feng smiled. "Have you heard of a very famous figure in the art world? Picasso."
"Picasso? The representative of cubism and one of the world's top ten most influential painters in the 20th century?" Zhuang Xiaoqiao's pupils constricted. "You don't mean that these papers are related to Picasso, do you?"
"Correct." Ye Feng unfolded the three pieces of paper. "These three pieces are the manuscript of Picasso."
"..."
Zhuang Xiaoqiao's jaw dropped.
"The manuscript of Picasso!"