Money? The One Thing I Never Lack Is Money

The Heaven Dou City Auction House was extraordinarily grand.

This towering circular structure resembled a massive rice bowl overturned on the ground. Its diameter was nearly five hundred meters, and its highest point exceeded eighty meters, making Yang Ming feel as though he were looking at an enlarged version of the Bird's Nest Stadium.

Being able to construct such an enormous building in the inch-of-land-is-inch-of-gold capital of the Heaven Dou Empire not only demonstrated the auction house's immensely deep backing, but also proclaimed its astonishing wealth to the world.

The auction house's entrance was semicircular, matching the overall architectural style. It was painted milky white, and four tall young women stood before it.

Any one of these girls, picked out individually, would have been worthy of being called a campus beauty. Each stood no less than 1.75 meters tall, clearly having undergone strict selection. Most were around twenty years old, at the finest age of a woman's life.

They wore floor-length gowns that covered even their arms, revealing not an inch of unnecessary skin. Yet the dresses were fitted, fully outlining their graceful curves.

Silver patterns were embroidered onto their snow-white dresses. The designs faintly formed certain characters, though they were difficult to make out.

When Yang Ming arrived with Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong, the four girls moved in perfect unison, as though cast from the same mold. The corners of their lips rose slightly by thirty degrees—a textbook-standard gesture in etiquette. Their pearly teeth showed faintly, making them appear both reserved and warmly welcoming.

The four women folded their hands over their abdomens and gave a slight bow, welcoming their guests.

Any passing visitor who received such standard treatment would leave with a favorable impression of the auction house.

One of the girls stepped forward, bowed slightly, and