The moment Young Master Zhao shouted that number, the whole arena quietened down. 10,000 flowers were worth 10 million Eagle Yuan. It wasn’t something anyone could just pull out. Even if they did, few would do so just for a night for a woman.
After all, the previous courtesan champion had only gained at most 4,000 flowers in the previous competition.
Right as Young Master Zhao’s bloodshot eyes were staring fixedly at Qi Qing’er, Yue Zhong’s bored voice sounded beside him, "20,000 flowers!"
As his voice resounded, everyone’s gaze riveted towards him.
By now, all the gazes were either filled with envy, jealousy, wariness and even anger. If he really won, then all the 4 top courtesans would belong to him alone for one night.
Young Master Zhao fixed his gaze on Yue Zhong, his breathing becoming rapid. He seemed to have an internal battle before roaring out like an injured beast, "21,000 flowers!!!"
