In an office on the top floor of the building of Baoyi Auction House, a middle-aged man in a vest sat at his desk, smoking a cigar and frowning at his computer.
The computer showed He Gaoming's latest post on Wulin forum.
"Boss."
A busty woman in overalls, standing at the desk, asked gravely, "Will the evening auction go on or not? There's an auction that starts at 6:30."
"Yes."
The middle-aged man put his cigar in the ashtray and picked up a wet towel from a tray on his desk to wipe his hands, saying, "Not everyone can challenge our auction house."
Then he let out a cold snort. "Huh."
...
Fang Qiu and He Gaoming left the hotel, walked into a noodle shop next to the hotel, and ordered a bowl of fried sauce noodles.
He Gaoming was excited because he thought he would finall
