Watching these people spend money like it was nothing gave Song Yun an intense pain in his heart. Damn it, so this is what the lives of the rich were like! Though he had a fair amount of savings himself, he had never been this extravagant—throwing around a hundred thousand or two hundred thousand in a single gesture. It seemed he really didn't know how to live. He felt like he was becoming just like those ancient nouveau riche who, when they got money, hid it in their pigsties, terrified that others would find out they were wealthy.
But this crowd was terrified that others *wouldn't* know they were wealthy. Li Shishi glanced at Song Yun and asked, "How does it feel? Should we bid on it?"
"The current price is five million one hundred fifty thousand, which is a bit over this item's intrinsic value, and... this vase might not be authentic."
"That can't be possible. The items here were carefully selected by everyone. They couldn't be fake," Li Shishi said, somewhat surprised.
