Inside the VIP room of the Mite'er Auction House.
Yang Chen held a cup of fragrant tea and took a light sip before turning to Mite'er Ya Fei, who sat beside him. He smiled faintly as he spoke.
"As expected of someone from the Mittel Family. You were born for business. Perhaps the Mittel Family will rise to even greater heights in your hands."
"You flatter me, Young Master Yang. How could a weak woman like me possibly have any say in the Mittel Family?"
Ya Fei gave a bitter smile, her eyes curving as a trace of sorrow surfaced on her lovely face. She seemed to be lamenting her lowly status and rootless existence.
Yang Chen merely smiled at that. He understood the woman before him very well. Even without any foreknowledge, he could tell that this devastatingly beautiful woman possessed no small amount of ambition.
After all, she had only said that it was not her place to make the decisions. In other words, if the Mittel Family were placed under her control, Ya Fei was confident that she could make it bigger and stronger.
Ya Fei had said this partly to air her grievances. When a weak woman revealed such a vulnerable side, it could easily stir a man's protective instincts. Unfortunately, that tactic was useless against Yang Chen.
Beyond that, Ya Fei seemed to be silently asking for help—or perhaps bowing her head in submission—hoping that Yang Chen would help her take control of the Mittel Family.
However, Yang Chen avoided the matter entirely. Changing the subject, he went straight to the point.
"I heard that Miss Ya Fei recently provided Xiao Yan with quite a few medicinal ingredients. Is that true?"
"That's right. He owes a total of 5.8 million gold coins. That is already