Yu Jingrong wasn't angry, quite the contrary, she wanted to chuckle, but she didn't let out a laugh. There was a saying that went something like this: you have to be convincing when you play the game, otherwise, you won't get the desired outcome.
With that thought in mind, Yu Jingrong immediately changed her expression and glared angrily at Xin Xiaozhen, as if she herself was at her wit's end. When she raised her bidding card and yelled out her bid, she did so through gritted teeth, "1 million!!"
Xin Xiaozhen put her hand on her chest, mockingly imitating Yu Jingrong, then shouted again, "1.01 million!"
A coin from the Republic era ordinarily priced at 60,000 to 100,000 had been bid up to 1.01 million, this left the auction hall flabbergasted.
Of course, some people were so angry that they were ready to spit blood, and naturally, it wasn't Yu Jingrong, but Xiang Qingyun who was footing the bill. Yu Jingrong was having a blast facing off against Xin Xiaozhen's tactic.
