Jiang Zishi's eyes lit up as he, too, grasped the brilliance of the auction idea.
He was quite experienced at reading people and knew that the combination of the investment group's curiosity and the wealthy families' love for flowers in the Capital City was more than enough to make an auction a success.
The pair was already lost in a wonderful daydream of a multi-win scenario: saving face, currying favor with their connections, and turning a quick profit on the resale.
Chi Yun'er lowered her gaze, asking softly in feigned confusion, "Did I ever say I don't like flowers?"
"Since you've already spent the money, if you can't bear to part with them, just say so. Why go through all that pretense just now?"
Jiang Zishi froze.
But the assistant beside him quickly interjected in broken Mandarin, "Ma'am, it's one thing to run a business and quote exorbitant prices. But our Young Master, out of consideration for your past, didn't haggle and even took a loss to buy these for a huge sum."
