Just as Li Xiaoqiang was lost in fantasy, a young man, cradling a small cauldron, entered the hall.
The young man walked up to Director Zhou, fixed his gaze on him, and said, "Director."
Director Zhou took the small cauldron, looked at Li Xiaoqiang, and said, "Mr. Li, please check the authenticity of the item."
Li Xiaoqiang took the small cauldron from Director Zhou's hands. It felt very cool to the touch. The dragon patterns on it were exquisite, seemingly full of the thick charm of antiquity.
Li Xiaoqiang extended a finger and tapped on the small cauldron.
Ding, ding, ding.
The cauldron emitted a clear echo, its sound was like that of an orchestra playing music, very pleasant to the ear.
Li Xiaoqiang looked at Director Zhou and said, "Director Zhou, not bad at all."
"Mhm."
Director Zhou nodded and said, "If your friend finds anything unsatisfactory, he can come to exchange it anytime."
"Alright."
Li Xiaoqiang nodded and said, "Then, Director Zhou, I will take my leave."
