Before boarding the plane, Mr. Liu gave Li Sheng, the owner of the Hongmeng Auction House, a call, "Thank you, Mr. Li, for your concern. The search and rescue team has already saved my son."
Even though Li Sheng had mentally prepared himself, he still inhaled sharply when he received the call.
Badass.
A real big shot's badass.
If they don't act, they don't act, but when they do, they could scare someone to death.
Little Yellow Hair brought over a cup of Da Hong Pao tea and asked, "Boss, what do we do now? Will our auction house still sell Hengshan Hermit's Spirit Talismans in the future?"
Li Sheng was sitting on a soft sofa, and when he saw the small piece of jade stone on the table, he strangely reached out a hand to pick it up and put it in his mouth.
"Crack--" Li Sheng's teeth hurt from the bite, almost drawing blood.
This was definitely not tofu dregs, it was waste material carved with a leaf acting as a knife!
