"How's it going?" Lao Tang asked, his eyes wide as he looked at the mysterious Fenger.
"Gold isn't considered anything valuable here!" Fenger lowered his voice and whispered in Lao Tang's ear. "When I came in just now, I peeked into the back room a few times. The tables in there are made of golden-thread nanmu! The calligraphy, paintings, and ukiyo-e are all originals! The swords and blades are the actual sidearms of Warring States generals and daimyos! Taking those out to auction would be worth at least this much!"
With that, Fenger grabbed Lao Tang's hand and stealthily gestured a number.
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