"Master Zhi Lai, our staff is heading over, please let them inspect your funds," reluctant as he was, He Weiqiang had to be impartial when Mo Batian raised a question.
Master Zhi Lai's face changed as he hastily called out: "President He, I had originally sent my disciple with over twenty million spirit stones, but he forgot to bring them, so we don't have that much now."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Some people snickered softly.
"Seems like there are a lot of dimwits around," Mo Huasong sneered: "President He, someone is disrupting the order of the auction, what should we do?"
"Send them out," He Weiqiang gritted his teeth and uttered.
The auction's reputation for fairness must be maintained, even if it meant offending Master Zhi Lai.
The rule was simple, if you can't cough up the money, you can't bid.
"President He, do you think I, Zhi Lai Master, am easy to push around?" Master Zhi Lai shouted angrily.
