"My God! A painting worth one billion Rice Gold! Why would anyone start a company? Painting just one could feed you for a lifetime. Paint a few more, and your descendants would never have to worry about a thing," someone shouted in shock.
The rest of them just stood there, dumbfounded. The shock was too overwhelming.
What they didn't know, however, was that even Zhang Bin himself wasn't confident he could create another Simulacrum piece. He had only been trying to surpass his past achievements, concentrating all his attention on the task. Perhaps a flash of inspiration had aligned him with the Heavenly Dao, allowing him to succeed as if by divine aid. As for how he was able to create a Simulacrum, or what special technique he had used, he was completely baffled himself. He had no idea.
"Hahaha... Senior Brother won! Baoyu Company, hurry up and disband! Hand all your artists over to us..."
