The bidding room, which had been noisy just a moment ago, suddenly fell silent.
Dozens of people stood up at once, their eyes fixed unmovingly on the door.
Liang Weining was very familiar with such scenes, identical to those before the start of the top-level meetings, two minutes prior, the expressions of the attending executives would be exactly the same.
It was the instinctive, heightened tension of the lower ranks in anticipation of the arrival of someone higher up.
Her included.
Because she did not know what the big shot's arrival would bring to the situation, nor could she be sure of his attitude towards it, and how much he would separate the public from the private when it came to her.
Today, the man was dressed in classic business attire, with just a hint of white at the collar and cuffs of his shirt peeking out from otherwise head-to-toe black. His long strides into the room and his stern face only added a chill to his daunting presence.
