An auction house as large as ours wouldn't stoop to coveting such meager profits."
'Is that so?'
'From what I've seen on my way here, it feels like your policy is that every little bit counts. If you can scrape off a chunk, you won't leave even a sliver behind.'
'But even if you're just nickel-and-diming people, you really do make them part with their money willingly. I can at least see that much.'
Zhang Deming complained internally, but his expression remained calm as he nodded.
He led Zhang Deming to an appraisal room. Unlike the bustling activity outside, all the appraisal rooms in this hall, regardless of their grade, were rather quiet, especially the higher-level ones.
He led Zhang Deming into an appraisal room. Inside, a young man who looked to be in his twenties, with a Cultivation around the level of Tai Chi Second Life, was engrossed in a novel.
"Ahem… Seventh Uncle, this senior requires an appraisal," the guide said, looking at the engrossed young man.
