The entire auction house could accommodate nearly a thousand people.
Around a quarter past noon, the auction began as scheduled, amidst the eager anticipation of the audience.
Zhou Qingchuan appeared on the auction stage.
Today he wore a golden-colored robe befitting the Chief Auctioneer, and his light purple hair was neatly tied behind his ears. His appearance was naturally handsome, and today he looked even more distinguished.
Many female guests in the audience screamed in excitement; it was apparent that they were not merely there for the auction but were admirers of Zhou Qingchuan.
The auction house steward's charm was truly no small feat.
"Little Wildcat, who are you looking at? That lad isn't as handsome as this King," Ye Huli squinted his eyes, his face filled with jealousy.
Yun Sheng curled her lips. The lad was indeed vain, but she had to admit he was a tad more handsome than Zhou Qingchuan.
