Burn gave a sheepish smile, "I was just joking around."
He wouldn't dare tamper with Ye Jiuliang's banner so casually, valuing his life as he did.
Soon, the auction approached its end.
Suddenly, Burn rose to his feet and ascended the stage. The auctioneer bowed deeply, then retreated to stand aside.
Taking over the auctioneer's spot, Burn picked up the small hammer and toyed with it carelessly, "The bidding just now was quite fierce. It's clear to see that everyone is quite satisfied with tonight's auction."
On the subject of self-promotion, Burn went all in without looking back.
"Now, there is only one more lot remaining, the grand finale of tonight's auction."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a woman ascended the stage holding a tray, dressed in a light blue qipao, exuding subtle hints of an unassuming, demure beauty.
Burn reached out to take the tray and placed it personally on the display stand.
