And those sitting at the same table with them were also similar enthusiasts, who all had some money in their hands.
"What, envious and resentful? This is called having a discerning eye. I spotted this painting at a glance. I pestered that guy for ages before he decided to part with it in pain. If he knew how much this painting was worth, he'd probably vomit blood from anger!" Ma Liben laughed boisterously, his voice rough and particularly smug.
Many customers furrowed their brows upon hearing Ma Liben's coarse laughter, feeling somewhat displeased inside. After all, this was a public place; they came here to dine not necessarily for the ambiance, but at least it shouldn't be this noisy, right?