A certain village under a county in An City.
Wu Feng sat at the doorstep, happily scrolling through his phone.
The painting from home had sold for five hundred thousand, now they could build a house.
However, when he saw the news that "The Beacon Fire Map" had sold for thirty million, his smile instantly vanished.
"Brother, come out quick!" Wu Feng hurriedly called inside the house.
"What's up, brother?" Wu Shan came out of the house.
"Take a look at this." Wu Feng quickly handed his phone to his younger brother.
"What, isn't this our 'Beacon Fire Map'?" Wu Shan exclaimed in shock.
"Yes, there's something fishy about this." Wu Feng's face looked terrible.
"What do you mean, something fishy?" Wu Shan was full of confusion.
"Look, our painting was appraised by Zhao Anhua as a counterfeit, but last night it was auctioned off at the Jiecheng Auction for a high price of thirty million, which means our painting is not a fake, but an authentic one."