Su Qingyan knelt in the center of the exhibition hall, counting the cracks.
"One, two, three... Seven centimeters."
For every extra centimeter, three million of the gallery's account evaporates.
She took out her mobile phone and took a photo of the "hidden label" on the base of the vase - it was an original password created by her father during his lifetime, and only two people in the world recognized it.
Another person he recognized was Lu Chengyuan.
As soon as the photo was released, the lights in the exhibition hall were turned on, and the man's deep voice spoke behind his ears:
"Miss Su, how do you plan to compensate?"
She turned around and saw a pair of eyes so pale that they were almost gray, but in the next second she accurately called her nickname:
"... Yanyan?"
