At the entrance of the restaurant, two oil paintings were hung, with landscapes in the paintings looking like copies. However, with Hao Jian's keen eye, he still spotted the flaws in these two paintings.
"If that mountain and that woman could be painted a bit better, these two paintings would at least be worth something."
Yuan Shanshan heard Hao Jian's sigh, covered her mouth with a smile, and looked at Hao Jian, saying, "If it weren't for these little mistakes, the owner of this restaurant wouldn't just hang these two paintings at the entrance casually."
She also knew that the owner of this restaurant bought these two paintings for a few thousand yuan, and if they didn't have flaws, perhaps they could be sold for hundreds of thousands.
However, neither Hao Jian nor Yuan Shanshan were particularly enamored by such things. Even if a Qingming Shanghe Tu were placed in front of them, they wouldn't care.
