Although he bid a price, Ye Mo looked down on the auctioneer old man, thinking why was it so hard for you to get a prettier girl to do the talking. If there was a pretty lady wearing exposing clothes, then the atmosphere would go up. It was so unsatisfying having an old man. No one wanted to even bid.
However, Ye Mo forgot what this place was. It was a temple. Only he could have such a ridiculous idea.
"1.1 million." One voice broke Ye Mo’s bid, making him feel relieved. He looked back and discovered that it was actually the pretty nun of the Lian Hang Jin Mosque. He thought that this nun enjoyed beauty too, but he was grateful to this nun for helping him out. It seemed the rich people nowadays weren’t the big commercial tycoons but monks and nuns.
"1.5 million." It was another female voice. Ye Mo didn’t look again this time, but it was all women who bid. It seemed everyone loved beauty, especially women.
"1.7 million."
"2 million…"
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