Shang Yu exhaled a cloud of smoke and grunted with an economy of words, "Hmm."
At this, Qiu Huan became excited. He bent his knee to retract his long leg, propped his right arm against his knee, and leaned toward the man, suggesting, "Then why don't you check to see who spent two hundred million on cufflinks.
I'm so fucking curious. I have no idea which big shot from a wealthy family is this bold."
Venus Auction Venue was no stranger to curiosities, but this time, the two hundred million spent on cufflinks was truly rare.
Even taking a piece of blue and white porcelain home would have more room for appreciation than cufflinks.
At that moment, Shang Yu flicked the ash from his cigarette and glanced at Qiu Huan, who was full of curiosity, and said concisely, "Go check it out yourself if you want to."
Qiu Huan sneered and lay back down on the sofa, still muttering, "If I had the access, I would've checked it out long ago."
