Lan Jian walked out of the auction house and happened to see the scene of Su Yan and Wei Zhou parting on bad terms. Looking at the afterimage of the Porsche 718's taillight in the air, he moved closer to Wei Zhou and asked: "Did you provoke Su Yan again?"
Wei Zhou suddenly turned his head and his eyes were like icicles piercing straight at Lan Jian, instantly frightening him. He quickly changed the topic and said: "Uh... the procedure has been completed. Tomorrow morning, the auction staff will personally deliver the violin to you."
Wei Zhou snorted coldly, turned around, and walked towards his own car. He did not even say a few words of thanks to him. Lan Jian was speechless. He felt that his efforts were not worth it. Seeing Wei Zhou drive away, he took out his phone and dialed.
"Hey, Old Jiang, what are you doing? It's a long night. Let's go to the bar to find girls?" Lan Jian said with a smile.
Jiang Yuan only replied with two words: "Get lost!"
