Ye Ling took a deep breath after hearing the man's words, let out a cold laugh, and thought, "So we're getting serious, huh? Well, I'm not afraid of anyone. If we're going to play, let's play big!"
"Alright, you bid sixty thousand, right? I'll bid one hundred thousand. Come on, you raise the bid," Ye Ling said with a cold smile, stood up, and placed the bowl firmly on the ground. I've put the bowl down, but no one else but me is taking it away.
The man frowned, but the shop owner was delighted, thinking, "Yeehaw, this is a stroke of luck! In the blink of an eye, the price has shot up to one hundred thousand."
Mo Siqing watched the man beside her and smiled slightly. If her man was willing to spend, it meant that the item must be genuine. Otherwise, as shrewd as Ye Ling was, he wouldn't be so bold.
The man on the side, upon hearing Ye Ling's bid, said with a cold laugh, "Alright then, let's raise it. I bid one hundred and fifty thousand."
