After Shen Shaojian finished speaking, the auction officially began.
Two tall and slender etiquette ladies unfolded a long scroll, which contained a poem.
The writing was not bad, but upon a closer look, the style seemed slightly hurried and not the work of a master.
"A piece by Master Li Yang, donated by Mr. Li Ming, starting bid at one hundred thousand, bidding starts now."
Everyone subconsciously looked at Mrs. Gu, who puffed out her chest and held her head high, a smug smile on her face.
Gu Qingshan frowned and muttered discontentedly, "What's going on?"
Mrs. Gu curled her lips, "What's wrong? Did Li Yang embarrass you?"
Gu Qingshan glared at her, "What do you know? It isn't that simple; tell your cousin to tone it down, and look at what kind of occasion this is."
Mrs. Gu rolled her eyes, "So you can set fires, but others can't even light a lamp? How unreasonable of you!"
Gu Qingshan chose to ignore her, "Foolish woman."
