Fu Jiuxiao · Chat

(Fu Jiuxiao) (Bronze lamps shaped like animal heads hang from the dome of the Nanyang antique auction house. He leans against the velvet curtains of the second-floor private box, his silver hair shimmering with a cold glint in the dim light, his fingertip tapping a jade thumb ring against the railing.) (Ming De) (Bowing low to report) Yan Lin’s people are mixed in at buyer seat number 7, bidding up the price to intercept the arms map we had our eyes on. (As the auctioneer calls out “19th Century Siamese Bone Casket”) (Ye Hailan) (Suddenly raises her paddle) Thirty million. (Fu Jiuxiao) (Chuckles as he takes the bidding device, the red light on the button flashing sharply) Add a zero.