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.

"Eight million six hundred thirty thousand," Zhao Guo'an revealed the answer and took a glance at the Martial Monk behind him, "Old Xiao was right, you guys are really raking it in."

The Martial Monks exchanged glances, eyes observing their own noses, noses observing their hearts, and said in unison, "Master, be mindful of your words."

"Ha."

Zhao Guo'an sneered, thinking to himself that this is like a prostitute trying to virtue signal; the truth is right in front of them, yet you're not allowed to speak it?

Just as he finished complaining in his mind, he heard a "crack," his body suddenly lost balance, and he fell straight backward. After hitting the ground and rolling over, he finally realized what had happened.

The two exposed legs of the Master's Chair had broken off cleanly from the base; it was the reason he fell so hard.

"Ow... ah!"

Zhao Guo'an clutched his neck, his facial features twisted in pain.

Zhen Jinghan hurriedly went up to help him up, but in her heart, she couldn't help but wonder if Zhao Guo'an's fall was due to not being mindful of his words.

So why didn't anything happen to the little girl who just called the Shariputra a broken bead?

Xiao Feng, Lin Zhiyan, and Su Yuzhuo all turned their gaze towards Hui Shiqi simultaneously.

Maybe others didn't notice, but the three of them knew very well that the real culprit behind Zhao Guo'an's fall was this seemingly young Hui Shiqi.

"You, come over here," Xiao Feng pointed at Hui Shiqi and gestured to him.

Hui Shiqi was taken aback, as if he couldn't react, "Uh..."

"Why are you dawdling? Brother Feng is calling you over," a Martial Monk who hadn't figured out what was going on directly pushed Hui Shiqi over.

"What instructions does Brother Feng have?" Hui Shiqi asked nervously.

For some reason, under Xiao Feng's gaze, he couldn't shake an inexplicable feeling of unease.

But this was different from a guilty conscience in the strictest sense. In comparison, this unease felt more like an uncontrollable instinct.

"There's a saying, 'even when beating a dog, you look at its owner,' have you heard it?" Xiao Feng squinted, smiling as he asked.

"I've heard... heard it," Hui Shiqi replied, lowering his head.

Xiao Feng nodded, "If I'm not around, I don't care what you do, but in my presence, who gave you permission to act out?"

"Brother Feng, this is my fault, next time..."

Before he could finish, Xiao Feng waved his hand interrupting, "Since you know you're wrong, you have to pay the price for your mistake; you can forget about the limited edition supercar."

Hui Shiqi panicked immediately, "Please don't, Brother Feng! I promise I won't do it again."

Xiao Feng resolutely shook his head; in his view, these Martial Monks needed some proper discipline. If they acted however they wanted without his permission, that would be a problem.

The other Martial Monks exchanged glances, each forming their own judgment, realizing that Brother Feng wasn't always as easygoing as he appeared.

Hui Shiqi walked back dejectedly, while the senior brother beside him gleefully said, "Junior brother, I don't think it's such a big deal. You're not old enough to drive anyway.

Brother Feng only said you couldn't drive, didn't say you couldn't sit in one. Once I get my license, I'll take you for a ride; don't be upset."

"Easy for you to say, if it were you, you'd probably be crying right now," Hui Shiqi retorted.

His senior brother, who had "comforted" him earlier, nonchalantly shrugged, "Maybe, but all I want to do now is laugh, and I can hardly hold it in, hahaha!"

In an instant, all the Martial Monks except for Hui Shiqi burst into laughter.

Hui Shiqi grabbed one person by the collar, "You're three months younger than me, and you still can't get a license, what right do you have to laugh at me?"

"Senior... senior brother," Hui Shiba, laughing to the point of breathlessness, said, "But I can... can still get some practice in places without cars."

"..." Hui Shiqi.

The wealthy audience downstairs was looking up with puzzled expressions, not understanding what the recent loud noise and current laughter were all about.

Hong Ren was also displeased; couldn't these rascals settle down for a bit?

They constantly caused disturbances, disrupting the atmosphere I worked hard to create.

"Old Xiao, what do you mean by 'even when beating a dog, you look at its owner'?"

Zhao Guo'an was now piecing things together, realizing his fall was related to that Hui Shiqi, so he immediately wanted to settle the score.

"It's just an expression, haven't you heard it before?" Xiao Feng said with an innocent look.

"I've heard the expression, but I just want to know, besides this saying, can you not use anything else?"

"If you don't like how it sounds, I can switch to an idiom."

"What idiom?"

"Like 'hesitate to hit the pot for fear of the mouse.'" (Note: a Chinese idiom meaning to be afraid to act against someone or something because of the unintended consequences)

"..." Zhao Guo'an.

One moment it's a dog, the next moment a mouse; can't I just be regarded as a person?

At this moment, Bi Quan stood up downstairs and said, "Gentlemen, I'd like to discuss something with you, not sure if you could agree."

With one sentence, the focus of the room shifted.

Everyone looked at Bi Quan, not knowing what he wanted to say but thinking it was likely up to no good.

Sure enough, Bi Quan continued, "I don't mind sharing, my business hasn't been going well in recent years. I came this time seeking peace and smoothness..."

By this point, most people had already guessed what Bi Quan wanted to do; eventually, it would lead back to the Shariputra.

Unsurprisingly, Bi Quan continued, "There are still six Shariputra now; could you let us father and son take two of them?

Of course, I, Bi Quan, am a man of my word. I guarantee on my personal reputation that in the near future, every person present here.

Attention!

I said everyone will receive a generous reward. I hope you can do me this favor."

The wealthy began whispering and murmuring, discussing the credibility of Bi Quan's words and weighing whether it was worth offending him.

However, only some were keenly engaged in this discussion.

Those wealthy individuals who had already given up on the auction had little interest in the discussion, only speculating about what Bi Quan's promised generous reward could entail.

How much exactly could it be?

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