Without making any sound, Director Maia carefully inspected every single inch of this sculpture, Awakening From the Dream, as though he had been possessed.
“Boss Yale, it’s been two hours already.” Reynolds looked at Yale with an unhappy expression.
Yale shook his head and said softly, “Don’t be impatient. Let Uncle Maia do a close inspection. As the managing director of the entire Proulx Gallery, he must be one of the descendants of Master Proulx himself. I believe that his abilities at judging sculpture must be extremely high. I wonder what level this sculpture of Third Bro’s has reached.”
Reynolds nodded slightly as well.
After over three hours had passed, Director Maia straightened his waist, letting out a long breath.
“I hear that the name of this sculpture is, Awakening From the Dream?” Director Maia asked.
Yale nodded. “Correct. Third Bro gave it this name himself.”