Shao Weihua squinted his eyes and scanned the dozen or so people present, finally letting his gaze unintentionally linger on Hua Qingyi standing in the back row. With a simple smile plastered on his naive-looking face, he seemed to convey his essence as a non-existent, honest man.
"Ladies and gentlemen, not too long ago, this brother here obtained an item and would like your esteemed selves to verify it for me." As he spoke, someone pushed in a delicate cart, covered in black velvet. "Although I am not from the underworld, I've heard stories of it and know some people from there. To have the good fortune to invite you all today is truly my honor. I beg your pardon for any past offenses."
He spoke eloquently, with an air of conviction, and as the saying goes, no one hits a smiling face. The expressions on the attendees' faces were varied; they were all figures with reputations, none wanting to let themselves off on the wrong foot by revealing how they came to be there.
