A single stone aroused a thousand ripples.
A black pearl, shimmering under the spotlight, turned the previously exciting Tibetan Mastiff auction into a contest of discerning eyes.
Chen Yingjun reveled in this.
So he was the one who feared the world wouldn't be chaotic enough, fanning the flames on the sidelines—supporting those who praised the pearl and agreeing with those who said it was valuable.
In fact, those present were mostly young people, predominately male, whose interest in Tibetan Mastiffs far exceeded that of the black pearl. But with many accompanied by female partners, and confronted with such a perfectly shaped, enchantingly colored pearl—especially under the lights, where its pure black seemed to absorb all the surrounding brilliance, emanating an irresistible, almost demonically seductive allure—who among the women could resist such temptation?
