While Shen Qiang and Xin Xiaoting were looking at the auction items in the exhibition hall.
In the grand hall of Wanxin Hesheng.
With a face red with anger, Zhang Liwei gritted his teeth and said, "I get it now, no wonder Shen Qiang could tell the emerald ring I bought last time was fake—he's an appraiser."
The heavily made-up woman by his side giggled, "Young Master Wei, now it's not hard to understand why Shen Qiang used the VIP channel. Maybe he's just a worker but knows the staff here, so they pretended he was some VIP."
"Makes sense!" Zhang Liwei clapped his hands, "If he were really a VIP, truly wealthy, why would he go eat at a street stall?"
The heavily made-up woman giggled, "So Young Master Wei, there's no need for you to be angry with him. Once the auction starts, with your family's vast business, we'll have plenty of opportunities to humiliate him."
Zhang Liwei sneered, "I'll make sure he gets what's coming to him, I guarantee it!"
