Such people, after bankruptcy, often rely on selling things to make a living.
"How may I assist you?"
"I... I'm here to sell something," Bill said cautiously, his usual haughty demeanor aboard the ship replaced by that of a timid child.
Here, everyone was someone he couldn't afford to offend, not even Julian.
The blonde lady smiled, as she had indeed guessed correctly. "This way, please."
"Thank you!"
Bill was led into an appraisal room, where the desk was adorned with various professional appraisal tools and books. Behind the desk sat an Eastern man with black hair and black eyes.
Bill didn't know this person, but he had heard of his famous name. Judging by his black hair and eyes, and his age, this was supposedly the store's responsible figure, nicknamed the Grand Steward.
The middle-aged man smiled affably, wearing an expensive handmade suit and speaking fluent English with him.
"Please present the items you wish to sell."
