Huang Wen Jing, who was on the stage, was a little unhappy. The auction was not meant for people to show off their identity. If everyone did that, the auction would be over. Everyone could just show off their identity and sit in a row.
The person in Room 8 couldn't help but sneer,""What is Zheng dongjue? I didn't even say anything, Who Do You Think You Are? Let Zhang Liju come over, if you have the money then bid, if not then scram! Why are you so long-winded?"
The sound amplification array could change a person's voice, so this person might not be speaking in his original voice. But to dare to speak to the pill Hall's vice Hall Master like this, it was presumably not some simple figure either.
Huang Wenjing was secretly pleased. What he said was quite satisfactory. Someone like Zheng dongjue should be dealt with like this!
