Zhong Guanghui is, after all, a billionaire, so the gift he gave should be quite extraordinary.
Thinking this, Chu Chen took the gift Zhong Guanghui had given him out of the car.
It was a long brocade box, exquisitely packaged, just this brocade box alone could probably sell for hundreds of thousands if taken to market.
Chu Chen opened the brocade box and saw what was inside, nodding slightly—it was pretty much as he had guessed.
It must be a piece of calligraphy or painting.
Looking at the slightly yellowed mounting, it must have several hundred years of history.
Gently unraveling it, it turned out to be a painting.
The painting was of bamboo with a few word inscriptions beside it.
"'Autumn Bamboo and Stone Painting'?"
Chu Chen muttered to himself, so the name of this ancient painting was "Autumn Bamboo and Stone Painting."
Looking further down, Chu Chen became even more startled when he discovered the name of the artist.