Upon hearing these words, Shen Qiang was astonished, while Zhang Liwei was stunned on the spot.
Almost at the same time as the speaker, other auction participants also began to talk all at once.
"Relying on his few dirty money, he dares to bid? He doesn't even consider whether he is qualified or not."
"Exactly, so many high monks haven't spoken yet; what right does a worldly man, reeking of money, have to buy such Buddha's treasure?"
"This young man truly is clueless. Although I am not a follower of Buddhism, I still feel the boundless magical power of Buddha's relics. Such a treasure should be enshrined in a temple, not touched by secular hands!"
Mocked mercilessly by everyone in the hall, Zhang Liwei stood there, dumbfounded.
He just couldn't understand it.
Why, when Shen Qiang made a bid of ten million, was he considered bold, promising, and capriciously wealthy,
while his own bid of ten million only returned countless cold stares and disdain?
