"Just let me know what you like later," Joseph Thompson said to Jaylene Ziel beside him after the waiter had taken away the bowl of millet porridge and replaced it with a cup of boiled water.
At this moment, an antique was being displayed on the stage, Jaylene had no interest in it, so she just nodded lightly.
She thought there wouldn't be anything she liked, as today's charity banquet auction items were all donated by company presidents and their precious collections, as well as clearly donated clothes, jewelry, and the like.
She wasn't very interested in such things, let alone the so-called charity auctions, which inflated the price of an item to several times, or even dozens of times its actual value.
It's not that she's stingy and unwilling to donate, but she's just a working-class citizen like her parents, who, apart from their daily expenditures, don't have much money saved.
