The distinguished guests in the private rooms, and those in the hall downstairs, didn't enter at the same time. Only Tu Suxia and Jiang Qing knew who was upstairs.
Xin Lin noticed that except for Mu Chen, who had come down earlier, there was no movement in the other private rooms upstairs.
If memory serves right, there should be four private rooms upstairs at the Taoyao Pavilion.
At present, the remaining three distinguished guests have yet to speak.
As the price climbed to 1.5 million, the Spiritual Food Masters from several Spiritual Food Restaurants withdrew from the competition.
Unlike those sects, they couldn't risk five or ten years of their restaurant's profits, only for the customer flow from the Taoyao Pavilion. It might take five or ten years to break even.
Xin Lin glanced again at Mu Chen, who was sitting across from him.
Earlier, Mu Chen had caused quite a stir, but now he was laid-back, sipping tea.
He showed not the slightest intention of making a bid.
