At that moment, the brim of the hat lifted slightly, and a pair of piercing blue eyes gazed over.
The assistant felt a chill in their chest, instinctively lowering their head, "Please follow me."
Turning away, the assistant raised a hand to gently press against their chest, still shaken.
The assistant led her to a room, opened the door, and said, "Please wait here for a moment, our director will be here shortly."
The boy strolled inside unhurriedly, sweeping his gaze across the lounge, then sat down on the sofa, crossed his long legs, and pulled out his phone.
The assistant waved their hand, and a staff member entered carrying tea and snacks, placing them on the coffee table and pouring tea into the porcelain cup.
Dai Zhong stared at the surveillance screen, waiting for reports from his agents.
As one of the top three auction houses in the country, Qingge Auction House boasted a powerful intelligence network. Digging into someone's background was as simple as lifting a finger.
