The Shameless Old Man (2)

The second grade was the private room in the middle. Not only was it half the size of the private room at the top, but even the service had to be done by oneself.

The worst was the lower grade. It could not be called a private room at all. It was just rows of seats with a bidding device attached. There was no concealment at all. Even so, the price was ridiculously high, an ordinary person would probably not be able to afford the lowest ticket price even if they earned it for their entire life.

"Young Master, are you still going to book a first-class private room as usual?" Just as he walked into the auction hall, Alan's assistant beside him asked in a low voice, ready to make preparations as soon as possible.

Alan glanced at the hall and waved his hand unexpectedly. "No need. I'll sit down here today."

"...Yes!" Although he was puzzled for a second, the assistant immediately agreed and went to handle the relevant matters for Alan.