"Okay!"
Young Master Gui slightly lifted his eyelids. "But next time you want to enter the doors of Qing Que, it won't be possible. Am I clear enough?"
Below the stage, Hu Mingzu's face turned a mix of green and red.
In the domain of Hengcheng, the most famous places for dealing in antiques, aside from the Dark Zone, were Qing Que.
The Dark Zone was filled with a bunch of old men shrewder than foxes. If he went there, not only was his eye not as sharp as theirs, but his financial power was worlds apart. Could he really outbid them?
But 50 million for a pair of colorful porcelain vases...
If it was something good, that was fine.
If he misjudged, not only would he have to face the consequences at home, but others in the circle would laugh behind his back. He would lose face as well as dignity.
After careful consideration, Hu Mingzu gritted his teeth. "Alright!"
"Someone, show him out!"
