"How have I never heard Lu Xun say this phrase?" Lu Yiyao burst out laughing.
"If it wasn't Lu Xun, it was Zhou Shuren who said it, anyway, one of them must have said it!" Zhang Menglong joked.
"Good lord, I, Zhou Shuren, have cursed all the way from Hundred Grass Garden to San Wei Study!"
"Old gentleman, will you continue to bid?" Zhang Menglong asked.
"Forget it, I'll let you have it!" the old man sighed.
In VIP Room 3, there was an elderly man nearing the age of ninety. He was almost bald, and his body slumped in his wheelchair as though completely paralyzed, with a man in his fifties standing behind him.
"Father, aren't you going to contend for it a bit more? As descendants of the Spanish Royal Family, we have a reason to retrieve the things our ancestors lost!"
