"Excuse me, is the consignor of this Millennium Dragon Stone Jadeite Mr. Bo, Bao Gucheng?"
Gu Shiyin's tone was elegant and gentle.
It wasn't an accusation, but a tender inquiry.
Still, when those three words "Bao Gucheng" were spoken, the whole room shuddered involuntarily.
Mr. Bo?!
The empire's formidable and fierce special forces commander?
The Living Yama who recently, at the national memorial ceremony, personally supported the coffin and conferred posthumous honors to the fallen comrades?
My goodness, even thinking about it brings to mind that man's gaze, cold as ice and stern as a mountain, with the aura of raising his hand to kill thousands. Is he really in a place of revelry like this today?
How can they still dare to let loose and have fun?
Thankfully.
The auctioneer quickly responded with a smile, "No, Miss Gu, this Millennium Dragon Stone Jadeite was consigned to us for auction by a guest in VIP Room No. 1."
The anxious crowd finally felt relieved.
