"Then, please take your seats again and score this 'Qingming River Painting' for its value and artistic expression!" Guo Meiqian said with a smile, having cursed the group of disobedient old men in her heart a hundred and eighty times already.
The five experts returned to their seats, and after some discussion, they awarded a high score of forty-nine—just one point short of a perfect score!
"Tsk, tsk, tsk... Incredible, Liu Hun! Where did you dig up such a shabby piece? It's almost perfect score!" Ding Shan mocked Liu Hun with disdain.
"Shabby piece?! I wonder what treasure you can present, Ding Shan. I'll just wait and see," Liu Hun retorted coldly.
"Then watch closely! This time, I will definitely win! Liu Hun, I will slap you in the face!" Ding Shan could hardly wait to show what he had brought.