"As expected, my premonition wasn't wrong."
Hei Yao's lips curled into a smile; he still remembered the greed exhibited by everyone present during the auction of that item, along with the ashen face of the Silver Orchid Commerce Commerce Association President.
Afterward, he'd been bombarded with complaints from the Commerce Association President.
But those words were like a gentle breeze to his ears.
As an auctioneer, Hei Yao didn't care what those in attendance thought.
His task was to sell the auctioned items for a higher price and to thoroughly enjoy the satisfaction that came from watching others fight over the merchandise under the influence of his smooth talk.
"It seems you might know that girl. Don't tell me she's a love debt you left behind? She looks a lot like me in my younger days; you've got good taste, kid."
