Liu Weijie's words implied that he had suffered a great loss, and Xu Deqing, sitting aside, couldn't help but let out a silent scoff.
Liao Song pondered for a moment, then nodded and heaved a sigh.
Liu Weijie thought Liao Song's nod meant that he had decided to buy the porcelain sculpture. He was overjoyed and reached out eagerly to take back the check for five hundred thousand.
But before his hand could touch the check, Liao Song stepped back swiftly, avoiding him.
Liu Weijie's face stiffened, and he looked at Liao Song in confusion, "Brother Liao, what are you doing—"
"You're right, in our circle, reputation and credibility are more important than anything else."
Liao Song couldn't keep up the act any longer; feeling that the time was ripe, he directly interrupted Liu Weijie, stuffed the check into his pocket, and with a somewhat sarcastic smile, said to Liu Weijie,
