"Brother Rong, we've lost him!"
Upon receiving the call from his subordinate, Wei Jinrong was in a private room at the Black Dragon Underground Auction House.
His already gloomy face instantly turned even darker, and he hung up the phone straight away.
Tilting his head back, he drank all the liquor in his glass, then looked at Hu Mingzu beside him, "The colorful porcelain vase you bought for fifty million, if I'm not mistaken, should be from the Qianlong period. One is genuine, the other is a counterfeit."
Hu Mingzu exhaled with a delighted smile, "Lucky I ran fast..."
If he had truly spent fifty million on it, he'd probably be chased out of his house by the old man with a cane, wouldn't he?
As he smiled, Hu Mingzu's expression suddenly changed, "Rong, Brother Rong... what's wrong?"
Wei Jinrong sneered, "In one's lifetime, the opportunity to strike it rich might just be that one time. Some seize it and soar to success. Others miss it and remain stuck in the mud."
