When the lanterns came on, the night was like a huge black velvet, covering the hustle and bustle of the city.
Nancheng International Convention and Exhibition Center tonight is different from previous commercial exhibitions, with a strangeness that is difficult for ordinary people to detect. An underground auction that is not open to the public is being held here. Those who can get the tickets are all prominent figures in Nancheng and even the surrounding areas.
They may be business giants, or they may be people with overwhelming power, but tonight, they all come for a common goal - those "wonders" that cannot be explained by science.
Xie Qingshang was sitting in an independent VIP box on the third floor, leaning against the leather sofa in a leisurely manner, holding a half-old thermos cup with a few red dates and wolfberry soaked in it.
He was wearing a dark blue button-down shirt with a stand-up collar and a black cashmere long windbreaker of excellent quality. The string of agarwood beads on his wrist glowed warmly under the crystal lamp. A pair of silver flat glasses rested on the tall bridge of his nose, perfectly covering the coolness deep in his eyes that was inconsistent with his age.
