While Gu Changsheng and Zhou Mu were standing aside, examining the dramatically transformed Basan Night Rain Painting after its peeling, not far away, the peddler who sold the painting was contentedly showing off the two hundred taels silver note to nearby stall owners.
"Look, over there, those two tall guys, they're the suckers who bought that painting!" The peddler pointed in the direction of Gu Changsheng and Zhou Mu, speaking with disdain, "Two hundred taels of silver, and they think they can buy an authentic piece from Master Mo? Where in the world would one encounter such a stroke of luck? It's just another one buying a high-quality fake to give as a gift for show, just unfortunate for whoever's going to end up related to such people!"
