Juqi Studio.
"Gathering exotic treasures from all over the world, what an imposing name!"
The speaker was rotund, wearing a loose silk robe, tapping a folding fan against his palm, reminiscent of a wealthy gentleman from television.
"Let's go!"
He waved his large hand, leading his companions forward:
"Let's go in and take a look."
"Please hold on." Someone extended a hand to block their way, smiling:
"These past two days, Juqi Studio is hosting an industry-specific fair, so we're not doing business with tourists for the time being. We ask for your understanding, sir."
"I know."
The fatty raised an eyebrow:
"I'm Old Qin, and I came specifically to attend the fair."
"I see." The other person understood:
"Then please pay the entrance fee."
"How much?"
"Three hundred thousand."
"What?"
The fatty's voice rose, and the person beside him also changed their expression.
"No way!"
Turning sideways, the fatty voiced his anger:
