As the price reached over four million, Qin He and Jiang Fanyue were still bidding, just as Gu Jiaheng was about to speak.
Jiang Fanyue boldly raised her bid, "Four million five hundred thousand!"
Jiang Zhe spoke indifferently, "Qin He, that's enough, let's go."
Qin He put the purple clay teapot back, "Then you buy it."
Jiang Fanyue knew that Jiang Zhe could not possibly produce so much money.
A thought flickered in Gu Jiaheng's mind, Jiang Zhe had voluntarily given up! Was she trying not to embarrass me?
"Big brother Heng, shall we buy this one?" Jiang Fanyue asked.
"Sure, let's buy it."
Jiang Fanyue actually felt quite distressed about the price.
But upon reflection, as long as her grand-uncle liked it, this amount of money was nothing at all.
Besides, managing to frustrate Jiang Zhe was a rare feat.
So she went ahead and paid for the purchase.
Qin He followed Jiang Zhe's steps, "Miss Jiang, do you think that purple clay teapot is real?"
