Just as Jiang Qing was about to sit down, the chair beneath him suddenly flew out with a swoosh.
Jiang Qing was stunned and looked at Xin Lin.
Xin Lin was also taken aback and glanced at Mu Chen beside her.
Mu Chen, with a leisurely deanor, sipped his tea without even glancing at Jiang Qing.
What’s this guy up to?
But Xin Lin had just clearly felt a sweep of spiritual power.
Fortunately, Jiang Qing had a good temper and was accustod to such situations. He chuckled awkwardly as his n hastily brought another chair.
Crack—
Before the chair could be properly set, all four legs snapped.
This ti, Ye Lingyue saw it clearly.
Mu Chen’s fingers moved slightly under his sleeve.
"Mu San, you’re not welco here. Please move to another table."
Xin Lin stood up abruptly.
Her voice was clear and pleasant, like jade beads falling to the ground.
He sat uninvited when she didn’t let him sit.
She invited soone, but this guy turned around to drive people away.
Jiang Qing was her friend, and Mu Chen’s rudeness was simply outrageous.
At this ti, the auction had not officially started.
When Xin Lin suddenly made a fuss, everyone around turned to look.
"That woman actually dares to get angry at Mu San. She doesn’t know what’s good for her."
"Exactly, Mu San is giving her face, and she’s acting like she doesn’t want it."
"Third Young Master, we have a free spot here with a great view."
The female guests who had previously wanted to invite Mu Chen to sit instantly beca excited, all glaring angrily at Xin Lin.
However, Mu Chen remained motionless.
"I sit where I want."
He was also motionless, clearly intent on staying there.
"Fine, if you’re not leaving, I will."
Xin Lin stood up, about to leave.
"Lord Dominator, don’t be annoyed. It’s just a seat. Since Mu San is unwilling, let it be. I’ll just stand since I have to entertain guests later."
Jiang Qing was also a bit surprised and glanced at Mu Chen.
He had dealt with Mu San before.
Usually cheerful, why does he seem like he ate gunpowder today?
Jiang Qing was also uncertain of his temper.
With Jiang Qing’s appeasent, Xin Lin sat down again, but she no longer bothered with Mu Chen.
Mu Chen’s eyes glanced over, seeing Xin Lin’s flushed face, and he couldn’t help but smirk.
Not long after, Jiang Qing left.
Half of the lanterns in Taoyao Pavilion went out.
Tu Suxia walked into the center of the hall.
"Sorry for the wait, everyone. There was a little unexpected situation earlier. Fortunately, it’s been resolved. Tonight, I, Tu Su, on behalf of Zixiao and the Longteng Spiritual Cuisine Master Association, will host this auction. Assisting in the hosting will be Master Jiang from the Purple Cloud Alchemy Hall."
Tu Suxia finished, bowing his hand.
Jiang Qing also stepped forward, holding a tray.
On the tray was a property deed and a consent form.
"The rules of the auction have already been stated by Chairman Tu Su earlier. Each person has only three bidding opportunities; the highest bidder wins."
There were indeed many guests tonight, and to prevent chaos, Jiang Qing conceived of the three bids rule.
The guests were all murmuring among themselves.
Three chances an limited opportunities; wasting one bid might an missing the Taoyao Pavilion.
"The starting bid for the Four-star Spiritual Food Restaurant, Taoyao Pavilion, is one million taels."
Tu Suxia finished speaking, and Xin Lin almost choked on her tea.
Wasn’t it 700,000 taels earlier? It suddenly jumped to one million taels?
But she only had 1.3 million taels.
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