Mo Qian raised an eyebrow and smiled faintly. "I'm simply interested in this medicinal herb. Is there a problem?"
"Besides, the one buying the herb is the young man next to you. What the hell does it have to do with you?"
"You!" Su Yurou started to retort.
But Mo Qian snapped back, "You what? This is an auction house. The item on stage goes to the highest bidder. Got a problem with that?"
Zhao Dong reached out, pulled Su Yurou behind him, and said calmly, "This lady is correct. In an auction, the highest bidder wins."
With that, Zhao Dong held up a hand. "Five million!"
The crowd gasped.
"Five million? Is that... really necessary?"
"For this crappy medicinal herb? I'd think fifty thousand was too much, and he's bidding five million?"
"Tsk, tsk. Some people really have more money than sense!"
"Is that all?" A cold sneer touched Mo Qian's lips. "Fifty million!"
Her words plunged the entire room into dead silence.
