Fragment of the Broken Sword

Chen An’nian leaned against the window of the private room, gazing down at the bustling crowd below.

“There are indeed many people at the auction.”

“No wonder. This kind of grand auction attracts powerful and wealthy individuals from nearby cities.”

“Even those sitting in the main hall are all immensely wealthy. The reason we could secure a spot in the golden private room is solely due to the rapid rise of Taiqing Pavilion’s reputation.”

Luo Youcai picked up a pastry and tossed it into his mouth.

They waited for nearly half an hour.

Finally, the auction began.

This auction was far superior to the one Luo Youcai had organized in the past.

The staff lined up neatly, except the men handling heavy objects, all others were remarkably attractive women.

They moved gracefully, serving tea and water, truly a sight to behold.

“Welcome, everyone, to this magnificent auction.”

“I am Ding Maoshan.”