Chapter 22: The new work of Master of Clouds
Tuesday.
At the Oriental Auction House.
The venue was packed.
Such a grand occasion could only compare to a concert by a top-tier superstar.
Master of Clouds was the superstar—of the calligraphy and painting world.
Alice, clearly impressed, asked, "John, how did you manage to get such amazing seats?"
When she received the ticket yesterday, she'd been too excited to notice the seat number. It wasn't until she arrived at the auction that she realized it was the absolute center position—prime real estate.
The lighting, the view, even the comfort of the seat—everything was perfectly adjusted.
These were seats typically reserved for renowned collectors in the art world. Ordinary attendees didn't even dare dream of sitting here.
Alice could feel the gazes of countless people falling on her, many likely wondering who she was.
But John simply replied with a calm smile, "Maybe I got lucky."