After reading Zhu Qianying's text message, full of disdain, Yan Han indeed fell silent for a while.
Honestly, though he didn't want to admit it, he had to concede that he was a complete country bumpkin!
For instance, that so-called gemstone necklace worn by some European noble in the nineteenth century, to him, those gems were no different from plastic beads, yet the starting bid for that necklace was five million!
Of course, five million was a small sum for him. So, even though he didn't appreciate it and didn't understand its value, when he saw the glow in Zhu Qianying's eyes, he immediately leaned in and asked her:
"Do you like it?"
As he expected, Zhu Qianying, the excited girl, nodded her head vigorously.
So, he generously suggested, "If you like it, bid for it!"
His hand was already halfway up when Zhu Qianying suddenly turned around and looked at him as if he was a strange creature!
In the end, that gemstone necklace was sold for fifteen million.
