Zhou Qing, sandwiched between the two, gave an embarrassed smile.
...
Meanwhile, in a room backstage, an elderly man with white hair was sitting on a chair, sipping tea to soothe his throat.
In his hand, he held an auction manual, which he kept muttering to himself.
He was Elder Sun, the chief auctioneer of Wanxiang Auction. Over the years, he had hosted countless auctions, both big and small.
At this moment, the door gently opened, and Zhang Wanbao walked in with a cheerful smile, holding a pot of tea.
"Grandpa Sun—" Zhang Wanbao called out softly.
Elder Sun turned his head and showed a kind smile, "Oh, it's Mr. Bao. What brings you here today?"
"I was free, so I thought I'd come by. By the way, I brought some fine tea especially for you. Give it a try!"
Zhang Wanbao said, pouring a cup of tea for Elder Sun.
Elder Sun took a sip and nodded, "Good tea, and it's very thoughtful of you. But what's the occasion for this sudden kindness? Do you need something?"
