He Qing pressed her hand against the back of Gu Sheng's and whispered in his ear, "Don't be rash. Starting a fight here won't do you any good."
Everyone present was wealthy. If Gu Sheng struck someone now, word would spread across Hong Kong Island tomorrow, and it would do his reputation no favors.
Then again, Gu Sheng did not have much of a reputation.
But almost as soon as she spoke, Gu Sheng picked up a plate and hurled it.
Crash!
Everyone turned at the sound and saw a plate smash into Guo Guanglian's face. Even his glasses shattered, the fragments slicing cuts across his face.
It was not just the onlookers. Guo Guanglian himself froze, clutching his head. He had never expected Gu Sheng to dare strike him here, in front of so many people.
He did not even feel the blood flowing from his head.
"Why is this plate so slippery?" Gu Sheng picked up the tablecloth and wiped his hands.
Then he raised a hand and said mockingly, "Sorry, my hand slipped."
"To show my apologies, I've decided to bid... eight hundred thousand and one dollars for this pair of Five Blessings ash urns from the Guo Family, in support of charity."
A stir went through the crowd. If most of them had not seen what happened earlier, now everyone knew Gu Sheng was deliberately picking a fight with Guo Guanglian.
And they had all seen the sequence clearly.
First, He Qing had intended to bid for the lidded jars with nine peaches and five bats donated by Guo Guanglian. Although nobody knew what conflict there was between the He Family and the Guo Family, He Qing's intention was obvious: she was extending an olive branch to the Guo Family.
But Guo Guanglian had refused to