To Long Fei and An Xiaoke's surprise, the auction was not held in a hotel venue within the city.
Instead, it was in a very private club on the outskirts of the city, which offered various recreational and entertainment activities.
One could soak in hot springs, enjoy a SPA, sing songs, play golf, and there was even a small lotus pond for fishing.
The wealthy of Qingzhou City would choose this place for business talks and entertainment.
Today, the auction house had booked the entire main hall of the club.
The parking lot was filled with luxury cars.
Driving the minivan here, Wang Quan felt like a chicken amongst a flock of phoenixes, very conspicuous.
After getting out of the vehicle, An Xiaoke glanced around and asked curiously, "Uncle Wang, how did you manage to get an invitation?"
