With the Shariputra making its appearance, a battle using money as weapons broke out in the venue.
Many wealthy individuals who had previously remained still suddenly sprang into action, and in less than two minutes, the price was driven up to eight million.
While nibbling on sunflower seeds, the little girl said, "These rich folks, you'd think they're stupid but they have so much wealth. Yet they're smart enough to fight over a broken bead like this."
Hui San, standing behind, clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, young one, be mindful of your words, it's better not to say certain things."
The little girl was about to speak when she heard Xiao Feng say lightly, "The bid is in."
"How much, how much?"
The little girl, who hadn't been paying attention to the situation below, suddenly got interested, just like a student who's been daydreaming in class and is scared of being called upon by the teacher, quickly asking her desk mate what was just said.
