Shopkeeper Liu couldn't wait for Wang Bin to turn back; he couldn't sit still and suddenly stood up from his stool.

The moment he spoke, he knew he was at a disadvantage in this negotiation. But seeing the genuine work of Zheng Banqiao, he didn't want to miss the opportunity. He finally decided that earning a little less was better than nothing.

As long as he could acquire Zheng Banqiao's paintings, he could charge a hefty price from those who really wanted them. Moreover, just letting others know that he had Zheng Banqiao's paintings would surely attract many regular customers.

Even if these regulars didn't want to buy, just having them visit his shop made them potential customers.

In this business, they might not open for three years, but one big sale could feed them for three years. If they stumbled upon a rare find, it could multiply their earnings several times, or even tens of thousands of times. Of course, there were times when they misjudged, leading to losses that could be several times the investment or even bankrupt them.

Hearing the shopkeeper offer three million, Wang Bin sneered inwardly. "I spent ten million on this, and you think you can get it for three million? Dream on."

Seeing Wang Bin's disdainful expression, the shopkeeper guessed that Wang Bin might know the market value. Gritting his teeth, he said, "How about I offer you five million?"@@novelbin@@

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