On the stage, Hong Ren's face turned slightly unpleasant, the familiar formula, the familiar taste, could they play something new?

In Hong Ren's view, Bi Quan's current actions were similar to what Guan Huarong did before, only with softer and more tactful language.

But no matter how gentle or tactful, isn't the result and purpose the same?

Just as he was feeling uneasy, he saw Bi Quan looking at him, saying, "Master Hong Ren, rest assured. Not to mention my friendship with Master Hong Ming, but just for your sake, it's impossible to let your temple suffer a loss.

The first Shariputra's transaction price was eight million six hundred thirty thousand, I'm offering twenty million for two relics."

Hong Ren's eyes immediately brightened, his heart bloomed with joy, but he maintained a calm expression on the surface, nodding and said, "Amitabha, Benefactor Bi is generous and exemplary in conduct."

After speaking, as if afraid Bi Quan would regret it, he immediately added, "If no other benefactors have objections, then two of the remaining six relics shall belong to Benefactor Bi."

Upstairs, Lin Zhiyan snorted coldly, saying, "This Bi Quan is clever, choosing this moment to step forward; people can't find fault with him."

This statement had some truth to it.

If Bi Quan had jumped out at the beginning, with no reference price, a higher price later would make people say he took advantage.

But having a reference price is different; the first relic's price was eight million six hundred thirty thousand, he directly stated one relic for ten million.

Not only does it avoid criticism, but it also throws a free favor to Hong Ren, truly killing two birds with one stone.

Of course, coming out at the end won't work either because the fiercest battle is at the end; two relics for twenty million is definitely not feasible.

After a moment, seeing no one speaking, the little girl looked at Xiao Feng, eager to try, "Brother Xiao Feng?"

Xiao Feng nodded.

"Alright!"

The little girl responded, stood up, stamped her foot on the chair, placed her hands on her waist, and shouted energetically, "Twenty million and one cent!"

With this statement, everyone's gaze shifted over, with many wealthy individuals showing schadenfreude in their eyes.

They had been discussing before whether the young person upstairs would intervene in Bi Quan's auction, and now the answer was unmistakably yes.

Time for a show!

The wealthy exchanged glances, munching on sunflower seeds and sipping tea, embodying the look of bystanders.

"Bang!"

Bi Junxian slapped the table again, stood up, and angrily said, "What exactly do you want? Do you really want to oppose my Bi Family?"

"Are you blind or deaf?" the little girl said inexplicably, "We're bidding, aren't we? You can raise the price, but we can't?"

Obviously, this statement lacked credibility; is there a legitimate price increase of just one cent?

But the problem is, the little girl's one-cent increase can be interpreted as deliberate provocation but is within the auction's allowed range.

In the end, this wasn't a formal auction.

Because according to formal auction rules, to prevent malicious bidding, there's usually a minimum increment set.

"Fine, very well!"

Bi Junxian, red-faced with anger, raised his paddle and shouted, "Twenty-five million!"

"Twenty-five million and one cent!"

The little girl's face remained calm as she bid again, but inside, she felt great satisfaction. The feeling of bidding against someone was truly wonderful!

Bi Junxian's teeth were grinding loudly, he was very angry now, but not to the point of losing his senses.

The scene of Guan Huarong raising the price to the end, and the opponent abandoning the bid, was still vivid in his mind.

This made him worry about what if the opponent did this again?

At this moment, Zhao Guo'an stood up and sarcastically said, "If you have no money, just sit down quietly. With those three walnuts and two dates in your pocket, what kind of rich person are you pretending to be?"

"Are you saying I'm broke?" Bi Junxian pointed to himself, his expression like he'd heard the funniest joke, and immediately raised his paddle, increasing to "Thirty million!"

"Thirty million and one cent!"

The little girl's timing was spot on, following Bi Junxian almost seamlessly.

"Fifty million!" Bi Junxian shouted as if he were embarrassed and angry.

The little girl's eyes lifted, and she calmly said, "Fifty million and one cent!"

"Nonsense!"

Bi Quan sternly rebuked and was about to stop his already 'overheated' son, but it was too late.

Bi Junxian was already holding his paddle, shouting, "Eighty million."

After shouting, he said to Bi Quan, "Dad, don't worry about it. At worst, I'll pay for it myself. It's not about the bread but the dignity!"

"Come on!" Bi Junxian looked up at the little girl and taunted, "Keep bidding if you can. I want to see who really has money."

While taunting, Bi Junxian laughed coldly in his heart.

In fact, his outrage was half real, half exaggerated.

He was waiting for the little girl to shout "Eighty million and one cent" and then dramatically give up.

At this moment, Bi Junxian almost visualized the scene of the girl shouting, his mind racing on what to say to make the opponent furious.

At the same time, Hong Ren couldn't help but grow nervous.

Eighty million was already sufficient, even surpassing the estimated total auction revenue.

But if these two relics were auctioned by Xiao Feng's group, wouldn't it be wasted?

Thinking of this, Hong Ren even had the impulse to remind Xiao Feng to hurry and stop, to seek stability.

"Eighty thou..."

Amidst the crowd's attention, the little girl started to shout.

But she only got "Eighty thou" out before Xiao Feng stood up to stop her.

Bi Junxian was dumbfounded, a sense of foreboding welled up, internally roaring: Just keep shouting, damn it.

Keep shouting, so I can quit.

Yet, what he saw was Xiao Feng with a bright smile, saying, "We can't afford eighty million for two relics, Young Master Bi, you're indeed wealthy!"

Bi Junxian's vision went black as he collapsed into the chair, numerous times on the verge of spitting blood.

Eighty million!

Eighty million!

Just for two lousy beads?

In fact, he had no substantial concept of the relics; he was dragged along by Bi Quan.

But from the moment he entered, everything had been off, now he was tricked, bleeding money hard.

Thinking back to today's experience, Bi Junxian was shaking with rage.

But just as he was about to flip the table, Bi Quan stood and said, "Eighty million is eighty million. I, Bi Quan, can afford that much, and my previous promises still hold. Thank you all for your kindness."

The wealthy looked at each other, usually quick with courteous words, now at a loss, their gazes at Bi Quan tinged with sympathy.

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