"Boss, do you want me to bid on this?"
Demo Did, standing beside him, was puzzled when no one else made a bid. 'Even if you sold this for scrap, it'd be worth more than one euro, right?' he thought. 'So why doesn't anyone want it?'
But Fang Chenyi waved his hand. "No need. We're all countrymen here. There's no reason to bid against each other just to let foreigners profit in the end."
At these words, a portly man in front of them, who had been hesitating about raising his paddle, decided against it. Just as Fang Chenyi had said, they couldn't become a laughingstock for the foreigners.
Meanwhile, on stage, the auctioneer saw what was happening and smiled to himself. He discreetly touched his ring while starting to repeat the standard auction patter.
Just as the auctioneer was about to start the countdown, a paddle with the number 7 on it shot up in the front row, followed by a shout in English.
"Ten million euros. This thing's mine."
The speaker wore a look of pure arrogance.
