Ange cocked his head in confusion. The other party had said, "If it's not more than two thousand catties, you'll definitely lose," and Negris also mentioned not to have too much, lest others become suspicious. So he just had to control it to a little over two thousand catties, right? What's wrong with that?
However, Ange realized he might have been tricked. The other party hadn't even reached two thousand; they only had a yield of fifteen hundred catties. He actually only needed to produce sixteen hundred catties to win.
He had been deceived and was angry.
Seeing Ange's expression, Negris knew what he was thinking: "Hahaha, you feel wronged? It would have been fine if you had a few hundred or even a few dozen more than two thousand, but you just had to win by a single catty, making others think you're mocking him."
Nobody paid attention to their expressions, as the entire venue had already erupted into excitement.
