The glass doors slid open soundlessly to both sides.
Tang Song stepped in, his gaze sweeping across the interior of the main house.
This was a colossal atrium with a height of over ten meters, where light poured down from the dome, illuminating the centrally suspended, highly artistic staircase.
The walls were devoid of any vulgarity, showcasing exclusively rare masterpieces from auction houses.
Monet's water lilies shrouded in a haze of light and shadow, Kandinsky's calm and sharp abstract geometry.
A blue and white moon-hugging vase stood on a black pedestal, with a bronze sculpture beside it emitting a faint gleam.
The East and the West, the classical and the modern.
Here, they coexist perfectly in an extraordinarily harmonious manner.
Tang Song's eyes flickered slightly.
He noticed many of the art pieces he casually bought in games were installed here.
