"Get lost!"
Ye Xuan could easily hear the resentment in the other's voice and sneered coldly.
A mere steward was beneath his notice.
"What are you waiting for? Get lost!" the old man snapped. Steward Luo Leng immediately scurried away. He was so humiliated by losing face in front of everyone that he wanted to die.
The old man then turned to Chen Ming. "Young Master Chen, this is an auction house. I hope you can give us some face and refrain from causing trouble. After all, these gentlemen have purchased VIP tickets."
"Since Steward Du has spoken, I, Chen Ming, will of course give you face. I won't lower myself to argue with such an unreasonable person." Chen Ming sneered, readily accepting the way out. He knew the Celestial Cauldron Commerce Association wouldn't allow him to keep causing trouble.
The old man smiled faintly. "Now that this is settled, let the auction continue. As for your seating area, gentlemen, I will have someone clean it up."
