Chapter 23: Blooming Rose
The latest version of Eagle Rests on the Tree had been snatched up by a powerful businessman from the capital for a jaw-dropping eight million.
John was left wide-eyed and speechless.
To think that something he had drawn so casually was worth such an obscene amount of money—it was an intoxicating thought. He wondered just how much that old Taoist priest had pocketed for the original piece.
For the first time, John found himself believing he might actually be a once-in-a-lifetime talent in both painting and calligraphy.
Just when the crowd thought the auction had come to its close, the host's voice cut through the air, smooth and sultry. "Hold on, folks, don't rush off just yet. We've got a special surprise for you tonight."
A surprise?
What could possibly top the new version of Eagle Rests on the Tree?
Curiosity rippled through the crowd, like a current of electric anticipation.
The hostess, with her sultry stride, exited the stage, her hips swaying enticingly. And then, a man appeared.
The atmosphere shifted.
The room buzzed, voices murmuring in recognition.