At that moment, the brim of the hat lifted slightly, and a pair of piercing blue eyes gazed over.
The assistant felt a chill in their chest, instinctively lowering their head, "Please follow me."
Turning away, the assistant raised a hand to gently press against their chest, still shaken.
The assistant led her to a room, opened the door, and said, "Please wait here for a moment, our director will be here shortly."
The boy strolled inside unhurriedly, sweeping his gaze across the lounge, then sat down on the sofa, crossed his long legs, and pulled out his phone.
The assistant waved their hand, and a staff member entered carrying tea and snacks, placing them on the coffee table and pouring tea into the porcelain cup.
Dai Zhong stared at the surveillance screen, waiting for reports from his agents.
As one of the top three auction houses in the country, Qingge Auction House boasted a powerful intelligence network. Digging into someone’s background was as simple as lifting a finger.
Soon, Qingge’s investigators presented their latest findings: "On July 17 this year, Xie Group held a shareholders’ meeting, during which a major shareholder named Amos appeared. He is the largest shareholder after Xie Beichun. With his support, Zhao Haotian successfully took the position of chairman of Xie Group.
Dai Zhong’s brows furrowed deeply.
Xie Group, Zhao Haotian, Tianxing Real Estate, Green City Fund...
"Amos!" Dai Zhong’s head snapped up, staring directly at the figure on the surveillance screen.
Investigators typed furiously on their keyboards, bringing up an avalanche of information about Amos.
"Amos, the youngest son of De La Meffi, this generation’s head of Siland’s elite Mei Fei Family. Sixteen years old. It’s rumored his mother is from Hua Country, with an exquisite mixed-race face and mesmerizing blue eyes. He’s inherited De La Meffi’s investment prowess, and the investment directions of Tianxing Real Estate after Zhao Haotian became chairman of Xie Group are all attributed to Amos."
The boy’s identity was now unmistakable.
"Amos..." Dai Zhong narrowed his eyes.
Just then, the ringtone of his phone interrupted, and Dai Zhong glanced at the incoming call display before answering with immediate respect.
"Understood, I’ll handle it. Rest assured."
After hanging up, Dai Zhong instructed his assistant to prepare the contract, tidied his attire, and headed toward the lounge.
"Is this how your auction house treats its clientele?"
The boy’s voice came, restrained with anger.
The staff member was trembling on the floor, frantically wiping the boy’s leather shoe with their sleeve.
Beside him lay a shattered porcelain cup and tea spilled across the floor.
"Apologies, sir. The staff member was clumsy and disrupted your peace."
With a stern face, Dai Zhong reprimanded, "Get out now."
The staff hurriedly picked up the broken porcelain shards and ducked out with their head down.
"May I ask how to address you, sir?"
The boy removed his hat, revealing a striking head of golden hair that was dazzling to the eye.
Dai Zhong’s gaze sharpened slightly.
"Don’t waste my time." The boy dusted the brim of his hat with his fingers, his tone tinged with impatience.
Dai Zhong gestured, and the assistant entered carrying a rosewood box, accompanied by two security guards dressed in tactical gear on either side. Their presence was imposing.
The assistant placed the rosewood box on the coffee table, along with a contract.
Bowing slightly, Dai Zhong placed one hand on the box while fixing his gaze on the boy before him, "Sir, I trust you’re familiar with the rules of our auction house. Payment and goods are exchanged simultaneously."
The boy arched his eyebrow, "I want to verify the authenticity of this jade tablet."
Dai Zhong shot a deep glance at the boy. Those blue eyes were breathtakingly exquisite.
Momentarily dazed, alarm bells rang in Dai Zhong’s mind as he realized how close he came to being bewitched by those eyes. He snapped back to full alert.
With so many security personnel present, there’s no way he’d dare try anything.
Stepping back, Dai Zhong retrieved two pairs of White Gloves—one for himself, and one for the boy.
The boy accepted the gloves and deliberately slid them on with a measured pace.
Dai Zhong couldn’t help but notice the boy’s hands—fair, slender, and far more delicate than any woman’s.
He lowered his head, unlocked the rosewood box, and carefully took out the jade tablet.
The boy’s eyes locked onto the jade tablet, and as his fingers touched it, the calmness in his gaze churned with tempestuous undercurrents that surged forth.
Under Dai Zhong’s wary stare, the boy lifted the jade tablet with both hands, holding it against the light for inspection.
Under the illumination, the boy’s blue eyes shimmered with a fleeting, watery brilliance.
Dai Zhong narrowed his eyes, clasping his hands behind his back and making a subtle gesture.
If the boy made any suspicious moves, action would be taken immediately.
No matter if he was the young master of the Mei Fei Family—this was Qingzhou, and even a dragon must bow down here.