For a moment, Zhang Liwei's smug smile froze on his face.
The situation elicited loud laughter from the crowd waiting in the lobby.
A middle-aged woman wearing glasses with short hair, looking to be about forty-five or six, even laughed outright, "My, a gold member is quite impressive, but someone here is a VIP."
A fat man also burst into laughter, "Hahaha, thinking you're so great with two seats? Look at them, with champagne and red wine, a dedicated passage, and still daring to mock others for being poor?"
"It's killing me, a million is a fortune in the eyes of ordinary folks, but in an auction house that specializes in jewelry and antiques, that's just peanuts."
"Hahaha, just any good item, and a million won't even cover the starting bid."
