"Isn't that convenient? I happen to know her really well, might even get you an eighty-eight percent discount!"
Ye Xian had effortlessly shifted from a sophisticated painting analyzer to a salesperson without a hint of discordance.
Everyone at the table was shocked to hear this and exclaimed in unison, "You know Xia Hewan?"
Ye Xian, "…Yes, why, is there a problem?"
Of course!
There was a big problem.
Wen Yan and Bo Junfeng looked at each other.
They had suspected earlier that Ye Xian hadn't even glanced at the painting before he was able to precisely describe its content and meaning. If he wasn't an expert, it meant he was very familiar with the artwork and the artist. But he was only eighteen, not an art student, let alone an expert. How could he understand the painting so well?
Moreover, if it were some ordinary painter it might not matter, but Xia Hewan was not only a famous painter, she also held a more crucial identity, the matriarch of the Ye Family.
