At the auction hall.
Powerful people from all around the world started to stream into the auction hall. Earlier, the organizer had arranged the seats for the guests according to their status in society. All the guests needed to do was look for their allocated seats. Those that sat at the front row meant that they were richer than those that sat behind them. In order to avoid any suspicion, Chen Xiaobei asked to put him at the last row near the walkway.
"Hi! Brother! Are you a Chinese from China?"
Suddenly, the man that sat beside him took the initiative to greet Chen Xiaobei. This young man looked Asian with fair skin and had a cheerful disposition. As he spoke in Mandarin, one could guess that he was a Chinese that came from China as well.
"Yes. I am," Chen Xiaobei said while nodding.
"Damn! I'm glad that we got to met each other! Let me introduce myself! My name is Zhang Xiaoshen!"
