บท 814: The Zurich Bank

When the scene was finished, everyone let out a long sigh of relief. Qin Guan hung out in the hall, totally absorbed into the art palace. Even the beautiful French actress looked inferior compared to the masterpieces around them.

Most of them were high-quality imitations of the originals, but one day every week, the museum would reveal the original to the public.

Walking in the significant hall in the quiet night was a great shock to the visitors. Qin Guan secretly gestured for his assistant to take pictures.

His feelings were similar to those of a starlet wearing Armani for the first time. Qin Guan felt like he was swimming in the long river of art history as he caressed the frames with pride under Wang's annoyed gaze.