Chapter 162 This Is My Painting

Now the whole auditorium blew up, and nobody knew what the young man was going to do. "Just now he smashed a jade Buddha statue, and now he tore Wu Daozi's authentic work in half. What does he want to do?"

"Qin, I will beat you!"

At this time, Lin Pingchao's heart was broken. Just now the 12 million Jade Buddha statue was smashed, while it was a blood mutton-fat jade. But now this 20 million yuan's Wu Daozi authentic work had been torn, which made him distressed.

The fierce anger made him lose his reason for a short time. He was about to rush towards Qin Haodong. Fortunately, he was stopped by two people, Lin Zhigao and Lin Zhiyuan.

Lin Xiaotian's face was gloomy again. He felt that Qin Haodong had gone too far. Most important was that this was Wu Daozi's authentic work. He had been searching for it for many years and had not found it. Now as his grandson sent it to him, but he could only see it being tore in two half.

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