"Young master, do you have something you wish to auction?"
Upon hearing Mo Wangchen's intent, the servant curiously asked.
Mo Wangchen nodded, "How is the commission fee collected?"
"We charge one-tenth of a percent of the auction proceeds," the servant replied.
Then he led Mo Wangchen to the front of a desk where an elderly man was seated. Judging by his appearance, this person seemed to be the housekeeper of the auction house.
"What does the young friend wish to auction?"
After listening to the servant's words, the housekeeper approached and inquired of Mo Wangchen.
In Tianxu City, a mix of people gathered, so the housekeeper would not neglect Mo Wangchen due to his age.
Mingfeng Auction had stood strong in Tianxu City for many years, and its foundation was naturally not weak. The elder's eyes were discerning enough to see that Mo Wangchen was no ordinary person.
"Pill," Mo Wangchen replied indifferently.
"A pill?"
