"Hehe, this young friend has pretty good taste."
The speaker was an elderly man, with a full head of silver hair, looking very affluent. Just now, Boss Jiang had introduced him as Mr. Qin, a well-known old hand in the antique market of Tianjing.
"They are just a few chairs, what's so special about it." Li Kun muttered under his breath, seemingly unimpressed by Xiao Qiang's actions. To him, they were just chairs.
