Chapter 240 Having Money and Not Making a Profit

Everyone’s gaze followed where Luke was pointing.

A traditional ink bamboo painting hung on the wall. The bamboo stalks were curved like a bow, full of elasticity; the bamboo leaves were sharp as swords, poised and ready to spring into action. With just a few strokes, the painting depicted the heroic posture of bamboo standing tall against the wind. It made the viewers feel as if they could smell the fragrance of the bamboo forest and the aroma of nature.

Luke’s eyes widened his eyes in amazement. "Isn't this the famous traditional ink bamboo painting by the master painter Quinton Zen? I thought I'd never see it again, but here it is..."

"Quinton" was just the pen name of the master painter. This master had always remained a mystery, known only through his pseudonym. His paintings were rare and highly valued.

Even with such a high price, many people were still eager to obtain his works. Luke remembered seeing one of his works at an exhibition five years ago.

After that, the master