"Boss!", Kwon Qianhong made a fist and hand salute, lowering his head with a solemn expression on his face, "I am the echo of your command, the shadow of your glory. Where you walk, I kneel and follow! I am-..."
"Stop testing my patience and go do your thing", Wu Long, sitting down by the table, cut off this impassioned speech, covering his face with his hand and massaging his temples with the thumb and middle finger, while Old Yen and Nie Guanting were dying in muffled laughter, standing behind the money man.
"But Boss! I-...", Kwon Qianhong was seemingly still too emotional to just back down. It seemed that nothing could shake him from the desire to continue to express this outburst of loyalty.
"Should I trouble Luxiao with those three secondary auctions after all?", Wu Long muttered as if talking to himself, and noticing a sudden silence, uncovered his eyes to see an empty spot where Kwon Qianhong was, while the latter was already in the door.
