The shopkeeper is torn, oh the gleaming silver!
But no, the rules!
He subconsciously glanced at Xia Wenjin again.
If this young lady were to bid again, then of course it's still sold to this young lady! He is a man of integrity!
Xia Wenjin's expression changed slightly, showing some hesitation and a hint of struggle, but still gritted her teeth, and made a desperate bid: "Two hundred and fifty!"
Not daring to bid a hundred taels more, now only daring to add fifty taels? Exhausted!
Over here, Xu Man bursts into laughter, seeing sweat on her forehead, pretending to be rich while poor! She sneered at Xia Wenjin, what use is a sharp tongue? If not at the same level, there's no comparison.
What is she even proud of?
Even Xu Man can see it, naturally Zhao Keyan and Luo Fu can see it too.
Especially outside the shop, that crude blue cloth carriage seems to be blatantly announcing that she is a pauper!
