"I should have quietly accompanied you here..."
Glancing at the departing Yun Fei, Hao Jian shrugged at Zhao Yating.
"Alright, the auction is starting..."
Ten minutes after Hao Jian entered the room, the lights in the auction hall suddenly dimmed, and he smiled slightly, speaking softly.
"Bang!"
As the auction began, the scene was noisy, but a beam of light suddenly illuminated a man around forty to fifty years old, who was already standing quietly with a professional smile.
In front of him was a neat octagonal table, with a redwood hammer lying on top, clearly the table where the auction items would be placed later!
"My surname is Zhang, and my given name is Ling. I will be hosting this year's only large auction at our auction house. I'm not a beauty, which might disappoint everyone here!"
Zhang Ling opened with a joke, and the people present responded with laughter. Then, with a smile in his eyes, he said, "But the items coming up will definitely not disappoint you!"
