The crowd burst into laughter, all persuading Qin Feng, "Kid, this thing is a Pre-Qin bronze artifact, but it's just a broken fragment. It ain't worth that kind of cash!"
"Yeah, for that price you could buy a pristine bronze piece on the black market. Why are you wasting your money!"
"..."
Qin Feng just smiled at them, locking eyes with the Japanese across the room, secretly plotting how to make them cough up the money.
Japanese Ninjas can't show up in public anyway. If you off them, nobody gives a damn.
The Little Devil must've sensed something special about the thing, stubbornly shouting, "1.11 million!"
Qin Feng couldn't care less. He'd already targeted them, so he calmly raised, "1.20 million!"
The crowd shook their heads, thinking Qin Feng must be some rich brat showing off.
The Japanese stayed cool-faced, following up, "1.21 million!"
Qin Feng finally figured it out: no matter what he bid, the Japanese would always add ten grand.
