Li Zongrui sulkily returned to his seat, the delicacies before him having lost all their appeal.
He sat there, scratching his head, completely baffled. How did Ye Qingchen, a poor kid from some backwater place, get a Token for a private box? Based on my connection to Qin Xuan, he only gave me a few tickets for the special seating! And who is Qin Xuan? He's the son of the Master of the Capital's Rising Sun Pavilion and also its Deputy Pavilion Master. If even he can't get a Token for a private box, how did Ye Qingchen manage it?
In the end, he could only attribute it all to luck.
Maybe that kid just got some dumb luck! he thought resentfully, turning his attention to the auction. Although it hadn't started yet, the list on the formation screen had already announced the order of the items.
Led by a guard, Ye Qingchen arrived at his private box. As he reached the entrance, two beautiful maids in alluring attire opened the door for him and respectfully ushered him inside.
