Of course, that was just a random thought he had. He was still well aware of how precious the manuscript truly was.
While Fang Chenyi's imagination was running wild, the auctioneer on stage had already launched into an endless introduction of the treasure.
The foreigners in the audience listened, mesmerized, their eyes fixed on the sketchbook under the glass case on the central auction block, a fierce desire for possession written all over their faces.
Finally, after a lengthy explanation, the auctioneer got to the main event.
"Alright, my dear ladies and gentlemen, I trust you now have a thorough understanding of this treasure and are determined to make it your own. So, let our auction begin! One sketchbook, a personal manuscript of Mr. Picasso, with a starting bid of one Chinese yuan! Each increment must be no less than one million Chinese yuan! And now, you may begin bidding!"
The crowd erupted.
As the auctioneer's words rang out, everyone in the hall was stunned.
