"High-End Auction House, you've really broadened my horizons. I've attended many auctions, but this is the first time I've seen an organizer provide counterfeit goods to a client."
"Sure enough, small auction houses have no credibility to speak of."
Noticing the dissatisfaction among the guests, the blond, blue-eyed auction house manager kept wiping the cold sweat pouring from his forehead as he repeatedly apologized to Shen Heng. "Sir, please don't be anxious. I'm sure there must be some misunderstanding. Our High-End Auction House would never auction counterfeit goods. Please believe in our reputation. We would never do anything that harmed our clients' interests."
Shen Heng raised an eyebrow and deliberately looked puzzled as he glanced at the assistant team behind him. "What did he say?"
"He says this is all a misunderstanding, and that the High-End Auction House would never do anything that harms its clients' interests, Boss." The translator from the assistant team stepped forward and dutifully translated the auction house manager's words for his boss and all the guests at the collection counter—in more than a dozen languages, ensuring that every guest present understood.
Only then did Shen Heng chuckle and say with great magnanimity, "Is that so? I'd also like to believe this is a misunderstanding. Then please give me a perfect explanation."
Though that was what he said, judging by Shen Heng's expression, everyone thought what he really meant was: Go on, keep making things up. Let's see what else you can come up with.
Afraid that the High-End Auction House manager might not understand his boss's Mandarin, the translator thoughtfully rendered Shen Heng's words into more than a dozen languages as well, tirelessly repeating them to the auction house manager.
During this time, the auction house manager named Pete tried several times to interrupt the