In the modern nineties, suits and leather shoes might also be considered old-fashioned but Jin Boqing still wore a long robe and mandarin jacket. With a pocket watch tucked into his chest pocket, and speaking with a soft and glutinous Shanghai accent, he appeared to be at least sixty years old, yet he was spirited and vigorous, only his complexion was truly awful.
He stood at the entrance of the office building, not even glancing at the pitiful Jin siblings being sent off in a police car. He deeply bowed to Zhou, the overall person in charge of this auction event, regardless of the departing sound of the police sirens.
"I have failed to teach my children properly, causing Mr. Zhou to be mocked, I apologize to you, I apologize to the comrades who got injured, and I apologize to Mr. Zhao. I will take full responsibility for all the losses. This is a small token of my appreciation, Mr. Zhou, to calm your shock. I also hope that you can mediate, to not blow things out of proportion."
