The auction proceeded orderly, just as Zhao Ruolan and Li Sicheng had said.
Every single item in the normal auction was snatched up by Wang He.
He really didn't treat money as money, spending millions as if it was nothing.
Moreover, many of the medicinal materials he purchased weren't worth the price he paid.
But he didn't care, he just kept on buying.
"This auction is now officially over."
After the staff's announcement, few people in the crowd were in a hurry to leave, all craning their necks to look towards Zhang Xiaowei and Wang He.
"Bro, the auction's over. You said I'd be begging to give you these medicines, but now I don't feel like it at all," Wang He said, turning to face Zhang Xiaowei with a provoking look.
A roar of laughter broke out in the venue as people pointed and snickered at Zhang Xiaowei.
Zhao Ruolan hooked Zhang Xiaowei's arm, urging him in a low voice, "Let's just go."
Clearly, she couldn't afford to lose face.
