"Twenty-four million," Sheng Jian spoke up again.
"Thirty million," came a voice, cool as an old pine tree.
"Heh…" Sheng Jian chuckled softly. "It seems you're determined to go head-to-head with me. Very well, I'll be generous. The artifact is yours."
"Mm," the voice responded, regal and unyielding.
For thirty million, someone had just bought a small ceramic piece that, to most, seemed hardly worth the price. The auctioneer could barely suppress his gleeful grin. He hurriedly ordered his staff to deliver the ceramic to 'Mr. Thirty Million.'
However, the high bidder simply said, "No need to bring it to me. Send it to number 22."
The auctioneer looked puzzled for a moment but complied.
Rong Qi took the ceramic piece wordlessly. Considering it had cost her thirty million, the acquisition suddenly seemed less than thrilling.
