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Holding the porcelain bowl in hand, Zhu Bowei hesitated at the moment of card swiping. He suddenly realized that his mind had been overheated, frantically outbidding Ye Fan. As his fervor died down, Zhu Bowei began to regret it. On further reflection, something seemed amiss. Initially, overpowering Ye Fan had felt exhilarating, but now that the payment was made, Zhu Bowei felt as though the entire process had been controlled by Ye Fan.
Zhu Bowei turned to look at Ye Fan and saw a smug smile on his face, which made Zhu Bowei's heart sink. Had he been deceived? That was eight million—not a small sum. The main purpose of today's auction was money laundering, and he had accumulated over eight million in half a year. Now, all of it was sunk into a porcelain bowl.
If the bowl were truly valuable, it wouldn't matter. He could just auction it off in a bigger city later. But now, Zhu Bowei worried that Ye Fan was playing him.
