Xiaowu had already spoken out, so naturally Tang San wouldn't cover it up anymore and nodded.
The middle-aged man thought for a moment and pressed the auction button directly. He pressed the position for ten thousand golden soul coins.
"Uncle, did you press the wrong button? You can't just squander money like that," Xiaowu, who had been watching the middle-aged man closely, couldn't help but remind him when she saw him bid ten thousand golden soul coins.
The middle-aged man smiled slightly and said, "I can't let you guys take a loss. After I raise the price, I'm afraid there won't be any competition."
Indeed, just as the middle-aged man had said, when the auctioneer on the stage announced that a white VIP bid ten thousand golden soul coins, there was no competition at all, and the deal was smoothly sealed.
