"The auction will start in ten minutes. Keep your eyes on Adolf. Since he's here for the auction, there's no way he'll stay indifferent during the bids. He'll definitely slip up."
Hearing Wen Zao's voice, everyone nodded as if they'd found their backbone. Just as they were putting on masks to leave the conference room, Lu Qiao rushed in, flustered.
"Wen Zao, why didn't you answer the phone!" Lu Qiao barely had time to catch his breath.
Wen Zao glanced at him sideways, walked over to the desk, picked up his phone, and saw over a dozen missed calls—all from Lu Qiao.
"My phone was on silent." Wen Zao turned the sound back on and asked, "Why are you here instead of watching the Imperial Banquet Building?"
