Chapter 1759

Clearly, Greg Jonan had heard Wilbur's footsteps. "Is anything the matter, Mister Greg?" Greg did not turn around, still looking at the now-scarlet sky as if bewitched by its deep red hue. "I was wondering if you were satisfied with the outcome of today's auction, Mister Penn." "Oh, it was pretty good. Would you happen to have a personal collection of yours for sale too, Mister Greg?" Greg chuckled at the question, turning around to look at Wilbur. "This is the one hobby I've never had. I've never sold a single item from my personal collection. I've never approved of keeping antiques around to resell them once the price goes up. To love something is to keep it by your side, forever." Wilbur smiled. Greg's attitude towards antiques gave Wilbur a pretty good impression. After all, one usually treated their friends the way they treated things they loved. A man who refused to monetize the things he loved for money must be a good friend, and Wilbur deemed him a friend worth having