The atmosphere in the room was intense.
Ye Wanlan remained seated, her expression calm and unmoved.
"Miss Ye, aren't you going to participate in the auction for this rare antique?" Faluk hesitated before adding, "If the funds you've prepared aren't enough, I could—"
Before he could finish, he slapped himself.
How could it be possible that the Black Gold Card in Ye Wanlan's hand, which even allowed entry to VIP Room 001, lacked funds?
"Somebody will bid," Ye Wanlan shook her head slightly. "I can't cause trouble for Little Keli."
Faluk nodded.
Half a second later, he was puzzled.
Who was Little Keli?
On the floor, the auctioneer spoke again, "Forty-three billion—"
"Ding, ling, ling—"
A series of urgent bell rings sounded, and simultaneously the number on the screen jumped directly to "50."
The auctioneer's voice came to an abrupt halt, and after a moment of uncertainty, he trembled, "Guest number 7 bids fifty billion!"
Fifty billion for a dismembered colored glaze brick?
