At about six o'clock in the evening, everyone arrived. There was not a single empty seat in the venue.
The formation was majestic, and many people were unfamiliar to Guan Qingyan.
Accompanied by soothing music, a classical woman wearing a rose-red cheongsam appeared on the stage.
The woman looked very delicate. Her hair was tied up and there was a peach blossom hairpin as a contrast, making her look even more indescribably beautiful.
"The annual auction is about to begin. Everyone, get ready. The rules this year are the same as in previous years. I believe that everyone here can do the most basic things."
The woman's voice was very pleasant. She made a simple and clear opening. Then, Feng Biyan stood up and pulled him onto the stage.
The audience applauded enthusiastically, as if they were cheering for their appearance.
Feng Biyan walked to the middle of the stage and picked up the microphone.
