Miss Almighty Waste

Chapter 1808 The Mysterious Seller (6)

"Oh alright."

Hearing Zhen Fugui's words, the clerk went to apply for a card for Jing Yexiang.

It is not the first time that Jing Yexiang has applied for this kind of membership card that does not give points. For this reason, Zhenbao Auction House can be said to be at a loss, but Jing Yexiang's identity is here, so it cannot be disobeyed. Therefore, the rules of Zhenbao Auction House , in Jing Yexiang's place, there are no rules.

As long as he wants to break it, he can break it. Whoever made his cousin Jingxi come is the peak master.

"Boss, should we apply for a normal card or a gold card for Miss Qin?"

In any case, Miss Qin Qin was brought here by Jing Yexiang. If Jing Yexiang wanted to court her and please her, then I would get her an ordinary membership card myself. Wouldn't it be courting death? So the clerk asked Zhen Fugui.

"boss?"

Seeing his boss looking lost, staring at the tray, muttering something, the clerk couldn't help shouting again.

"Boss? Are we going to apply for a gold card or an ordinary card for Miss Qin?"

The man asked again, which made Zhen Fugui very annoyed.

"Whether it's annoying or not, I've already said it. Mr. Jing is whatever he says. He said to get a card, and you can get him a card. Now, don't bother me."

Zhen Fugui yelled at the clerk, in order to prevent the clerk from bothering him to think about the problem, he took the tray and went into his room.

boom! ! !
He slammed the door of the room hard, and the buddy knew that even if something big happened, he could only make his own decision before reporting to the boss.

"Ugh……"

The clerk looked at the customer information on the counter, and he didn't know where to drop the brush he was holding.

Just now the boss said that if he was given a card, should he be given a gold card or an ordinary card? The guy said that he was really in a dilemma.

"Boring, if I knew it, I would have come later."

Luan Xuan was eating melons and fruits, looking impatiently at the group of singers and dancers who were struggling to perform at the auction site.

There were still two hours before the auction, and Luan Xuan was so visually tired from watching the singing and dancing performances, juggling, and storytelling.

On the side, Yun Guodong and Feng Yu were already sleeping soundly while lying on soft chairs.

The temperature in the private room is pleasant, plus the incense that soothes the nerves and relaxes the mind, so it is really suitable for sleeping.

"I really don't know, the people below are still enjoying such an ugly performance. Alas, it's so pitiful."

Luan Xuan looked at the auditorium below, staring intently at the performance on the stage. The audience who watched with gusto couldn't help but ridicule.

They are so low-level, and they are so fascinated by watching, have these people's aesthetics been eaten by dogs?

"why do not you talk?"

Luan Xuan muttered to himself and found that no one responded, turned his head, only to find that Yun Yan was also practicing with her eyes closed.

"..."

Bored, Luan Xuan was in good spirits and couldn't fall asleep, so he continued to eat and drink, and then looked at the audience from time to time on the platform, and looked at the group of silly and unsophisticated audiences, Luan Xuan was considered to have found it. Do something.

And in the box next to him, the clerk respectfully held a tray, inside which was a membership card of Treasure Auction House.

"My lord, the card you want."

The guy was about to present the tray to Jing Yexiang with respect and courtesy, but Jing Yexiang waved his hand.

"Give it to Miss Qin directly."

After all, he didn't even bother to look at it. Seeing this, the man immediately nodded and put the tray in front of Qin Qin.

"Miss Qin, your card."

He was very anxious, the buddy was very afraid that Jing Yexiang would get angry when he saw the card, how could he know that he was still waiting for Jing Yexiang to pronounce the sentence, but Jing Yexiang just waved his hand, indicating that he could retreat.

(End of this chapter)