Returning to Jiuxuan Auction Hall, Qin Liuxi saw Mou Jingyuan, the Think Tank of Dongyang Marquis, who had been waiting for her for a while.
The man was only about forty years old, with a long face and a beautiful beard, dressed as a genial scholar, and his eyes sparkled with shrewdness and wisdom when he casually looked up.
Qin Liuxi just glanced at his face and felt that the Dongyang Marquis had a good eye for people; no wonder he could defend the East Sea for many years with smart people around him giving advice, much stronger than her striving alone.
As soon as Mou Junshi saw Qin Liuxi, he got up and approached her, respecting her without belittling her for her youth, and gave her a formal bow.
"Mou Junshi, there is no need for such grand gestures." Qin Liuxi slightly stepped aside and casually lifted her hand.
Mou Junshi straightened up and said, "Junior Temple Master deserves such respects, you have done a great favor for the Dong Weng family."
