"Eighty million!"
"Ninety million!"
"One hundred and twenty million!" Song Yuandong discreetly held up his card.
As the vice-chairman of the chamber of commerce, his presence attracted much attention, and several of those bidding for the enamel floral bowl glanced his way. One or two had already, knowing when they were outmatched, put down their cards.
Everyone knew that Song Yuandong was a famous private collector of treasures.
When it came to treasures he was interested in, he was never stingy with the price, and very few could outbid him.
Jiang Che naturally recognized Song Yuandong, but he also noticed Yu Chiyin and Lu Fengxuan sitting next to him, and his expression changed slightly.
He had never imagined that he would come across them at the auction; truly, enemies often cross each other's paths.
