The auction begins.
The person verifying identities put on an annoyed act and said in a sarcastic tone, "Young Master Luo, you'd better keep your eyes peeled. Don't let yourself be fooled."
Qin Zhao knew the man was taking a jab at him, but he did not get angry.
He merely smiled faintly.
Small matter!
"None of your business!" Luo Xuancheng replied.
After they entered smoothly, before they had even reached the auction hall—
The people already inside were showing their displeasure toward Qin Zhao.
"Oh? Who's this? How did he sneak in?"
A man in an exquisitely tailored tailcoat looked at him with utter contempt.
Pinching his nose, he sized Qin Zhao up as though he were looking at something filthy.
"Looking at how he's dressed, he probably crawled out of some slum."
A heavily made-up woman beside him covered her mouth and let out a coquettish laugh.
To Qin Zhao, her laughter was especially piercing.
"A beggar dared to come to a place like this? Don't you see what kind of occasion this is? Is it somewhere a poor wretch like you can come?" They disgustedly patted their own clothes, as though standing in the same place as Qin Zhao would infect them with some contagious germ.
Qin Zhao did not understand why these people bore such great malice toward him.
They were much the same as the people he had encountered before.
The moment they saw him, they had to mock him.
"I think you should hurry up and get lost. The threshold here isn't something a person like you can cross."
"Any random person's watch here could buy your entire family's lives, hahaha."
A young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses pushed them up his nose.
Luo Xuancheng could no longer stand it and stepped forward. "All of