Gao Yi only then noticed a name tag on the back of the chair, nodded, and sat down. After he was seated, a waiter pulled out another chair and invited the gallery manager to sit down.
Gao Yi and the manager sat side by side, giving him a translator.
One had to say, Henry's arrangements were spot on.
Gao Yi looked over his position; he was in the middle but towards the back, and his reference point was the auction table on one side of the dining table, where a gavel still lay.
Clearly, in a while, that auction table would become the focal point of the evening.
This distance, nearly twenty meters, was too far, quite inconvenient.
At this moment, someone arrived at the chair on Gao Yi's right side—it was a beauty, a great beauty.
The chairs were fifty centimeters apart, and when the beauty next to him was about to sit down, Gao Yi rose and extended his hand as if to help, prompting a slight smile from the beauty, who then reached out her hand and said something in French.
