"Oh dear!" Upon seeing the auctioneer strike the gavel, Old Master Zhong's brows furrowed, and he sighed, but eventually, he patted Wang Xiaoqiang on the shoulder and said, "Little Qiang, this is tantamount to me giving you a broken sword… How can this old man bear it…"
"Old Master, I don't want you to give it, I'll buy the sword myself, but I didn't bring enough money with me, I'll use Sister Ping's money for now…" Wang Xiaoqiang said.
"Little Qiang, don't get me wrong, I'm not pained by the money, I just feel that the broken sword is not very auspicious, but, I said I would give it to you, and I definitely will…" Old Master Zhong obstinately said. "Rest assured, the money might be Little Ping's, but this old man still has some authority when he speaks,"
After the auction ended, the two, having purchased their items, dodged the encircling journalists, got into the Hummer, but ultimately, they still had many photos taken by the reporters.
