Ning Rongrong saw the person walking down the stairs clearly and stood up suddenly, her pink skirt swaying slightly with her movements.
"Why can't it be me?"
Ning Liu slowly walked down the last step and stopped in front of her. His height advantage allowed him to look down at her slightly.
But looking at Ning Liu's half-smiling expression and the silence of the waiters around her, she finally restrained her eldest lady temper.
She rolled her eyes, a sweet smile suddenly appeared on her face, and her voice became delicate.
"Hehe, senior brother Ningliu!"
This shout of "Senior Brother" was repeated thousands of times, with a bit of a weird flavor.
Ning Liu raised his eyebrows.
"Well, that makes sense."
He turned sideways and made a gesture of invitation.
"The auction house is shabby, I feel sorry for my little junior sister. Come and sit in my main room?"
Ning Rongrong looked at him twice and nodded curtly.
"Okay!"
She would like to see what this guy who was the laughingstock of the sect a few years ago is like now.
The two of them walked upstairs one after the other.
Lee An stood there, watching the two people's backs disappear around the corner of the stairs, and secretly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
The owner of the venue actually knows the sect leader’s youngest daughter?
It seems like the relationship is pretty good?
Not bad, not bad!
He breathed a long sigh of relief, and his tense nerves finally relaxed.
The aura of the young aunt just now almost scared him out of his wits.
He turned around quickly and shouted to the waiters beside him who were still in a daze.
"Why are you just standing there?!"
"Go get something done quickly!"
"You, go and contact the auction house of the Fasno Provincial Branch and confirm whether they have anything to hand over for the next batch of lots!"
"You, go to the "Bailian Pavilion" in the west of the city and rush for the batch of display cabinets they customized!"
"And you, please clean the carpet in the hall again! Tea was spilled just now!"
Lee An quickly assigned tasks, and his voice returned to its usual calmness.
The auction house is busy again.
…
Ningliu's main room is not big, but the layout is simple and clean.
A black solid wood desk, a few chairs for entertaining guests, and a potted plant in the corner add a bit of vitality to the slightly serious room.
Ning Rongrong unceremoniously sat down on the chair opposite the main seat, looking around curiously and at Ning Liu who walked behind the table and sat down.
Hence, I haven’t seen him for a few years. This guy has changed a lot.
In the past, in the sect, although she was considered handsome, she always had a lingering sense of loneliness and forbearance.
Now, he has a tall and straight posture, a calm and confident look between his brows and eyes, and his temperament is much calmer.
This handsome appearance, this calm demeanor...
Ning Rongrong's mind couldn't help but think of the boys from Shrek Academy.
That arrogant Dai Mubai, that simple and honest fat man Ma Hongjun, and that Tang San...
Tsk.
There is no comparison at all!
As expected of someone from the sect, even the former "waste" has a much better foundation than those wild people outside.
She crossed her legs and leaned back on the chair with a casual posture.
"I said, Senior Brother Ningliu."
She asked, her tone a bit carefree.
"Why did you end up in a small place like Soto City? Become the owner of a shabby auction house?"
"I was forced to come here by my father."
She curled her lips, with obvious reluctance on her face.
"You have to let me go to that shitty Shrek Academy! They say there's a monster teacher there who can teach monster students. I think it's a lie!"
Ning poured out a glass of water and put it in front of her, moving slowly and unhurriedly.
"Shrek Academy?"
His brows moved slightly, as if he was thinking about the name.
Never heard of it.
"However, the master's arrangement naturally has its own reasons."
He changed the subject, looked at Ning Rongrong, and spread his hands.
"As for why I am here...Junior sister, you were in the sect before, don't you know about my situation?"
Hence Ning Rongrong's expression on his face was a little subtle.
Of course she knows.
Who in the Qibao Glazed Sect doesn’t know Ningliu?
She used to think this guy was quite pitiful, but only pitiful.
“I know.”
Ning Rongrong said in a casual tone, as if she wanted to hide something.
"Everyone calls you "Eternal One Waste" and "Two Treasures Glazed Glass"."
She paused and began to analyze.
「哦，我明白了。你这是成年了，天赋又那样，宗门就把你外派到这种地方，给你安排个闲职养老？」
她看向宁流，带着几分了然，忽然又想到了什么，好奇地追问。
"By the way, the disciples sent outside the sect all have assessment tasks, right? What is your task?"
Ning Liu picked up his water glass and took a sip.
"It's nothing."
He put down the water glass and his tone was calm.
"Just, within a month, the turnover of this D-level auction house will reach one million gold soul coins."
"Pfft—cough cough cough!"
Ning Rongrong just picked up the water glass and took a sip. When she heard these words, she spat it out and choked and coughed repeatedly.
One million gold soul coins? !
One month? !
Or in a D-level auction house in such a remote town? !
She looked at Ning Liu with wide eyes, as if she was meeting him for the first time.
This is simply an impossible task!
Not to mention the D-level auction houses, even those B-level auction houses in the main city of the small kingdom, there are only a handful of them that can stabilize the monthly turnover of one million!
Where is Zongmen’s expatriate?
This is obviously giving up completely and sending him away to fend for himself for any reason!
Ning Rongrong suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
Even though there is something wrong with Wuhun, and in terms of bloodline, Ningliu, a sideline, is far away from her, the direct daughter of the sect master!
But after all, his surname is Ning, and he is considered a descendant of the sect.
Just because the talent is not good, the sect is so good at it?
She looked at Ning Liu's calm face and didn't know what to say for a moment.
The atmosphere is a bit stagnant.
Ning Rongrong's mind was spinning rapidly, and she suddenly remembered the poster she had just seen in the lobby.
"That's right! Senior brother!"
She sat up straight, her eyes shining.
"That Moon Spirit Rabbit soft armor of yours! It's the same soft armor with a starting price of 100,000 gold soul coins! Where did you get it from?"
"Can it withstand the attack of the Soul Emperor? Is it true or false?"
Ning Liu looked at Ning Rongrong's big curious eyes, and his heart moved slightly.
This little junior sister, although her temper is a bit arrogant, is not bad at heart and is really beautiful.
She has snow-white skin and delicate facial features. Her face is flushed with excitement at this moment, making her even more charming and cute.
If she could...
As soon as the idea came to her mind, Ning Liu thought of the sect's rules.
In order to ensure safety, the partner of a disciple of the Qibao Glazed Sect must not be an auxiliary soul master.
Ning Rongrong is the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda.
According to the rules, it is absolutely impossible for them.
But... rules are dead, but people are alive.
Ning Liu felt the surging soul power of level 48 in his body and thought of the skills on his Lingyun Star Ring.
Purple Thunder Star Strike!
Consume soul power to activate, releasing a beam of thunder power from the void amethyst in the center of the ring. The strength of the attack depends on the soul power injected, and it can explode with a full blow comparable to that of the Soul Saint powerhouse!
With this skill, who dares to say that he is just an auxiliary soul master?
He can definitely be used as an offensive soul master!
What's more, he now has Wang Wei, the Soul Saint, under his command, and he even secretly controls a hundred thousand year old soul beast that is comparable to a titled Douluo!
His current trump card and strength are no longer something that the sect can manipulate at will.
Even if the sect leader Ning Fengzhi is, what can he do to him in the future?
In an instant, Ning Liu felt heroic in his heart.
He looked at Ning Rongrong with a mysterious smile on his face.
"Where did it come from?"
"Senior brother, I am no longer what I used to be."
"You don't have to worry about the origin of this soft armor."
He turned his wrist, and a piece of soft armor with a soft moon-white halo appeared in his hand. It was the Bright Moon Spirit Rabbit soft armor.
“Look at this.”
The soft armor is as light as nothing, with a luster like moonlight flowing on the surface. The tentacles are cold and smooth, with faint fluctuations of soul power.
Ning Rongrong's eyes were instantly attracted.
She carefully stretched out her hand and gently stroked the surface of the soft armor, feeling the delicate texture and the strange energy contained in it.
"Wow..."
She exclaimed in exclamation, her eyes obsessed.
This is definitely a treasure!
It was more exquisite and more magical than any soft armor she had ever seen before!
She raised her head suddenly, grabbed Ning Liu's arm, and shook it hard, with a coquettish tone.
"Can you stop selling this soft armor?"
“People want~”