In private room number two.
There were three men and three women sitting around the wooden table. A man who looked to be of old age sat at the head of the table with a dragon-headed walking stick in his hand. He knocked on the table and asked authoritatively, "Are you confident in winning the bid for the Ten Thousand Aged Pine Snow Herb?"
A young girl beside the old man's seat saw that everyone was looking at each other and refusing to speak. Thus, she took the initiative to say, "Grandfather, none of us have really seen the Ten Thousand Aged Pine Snow Herb. Unless we choose to auction all five of them, there's a high chance of getting a fake one. Otherwise, we…"
