"Then let's bid for it!"
"Okay!" He nodded slightly, a cold light shining in his eyes.
This time, having come across it, he must uncover the origin of this dagger.
"Next, we present to everyone a dagger of many years old, from the distant East, said to be used by the war god in old times. Cuts iron like mud, engraved with..."
The auctioneer rattled on with a long string of praises, elevating the dagger to a celestial status unlike anything on earth, catching the interest of many men present, especially the young ones.
On the opposite side, Beiate acted as if he was determined to win.
"Alright, the starting price for the dagger is one hundred thousand US dollars, with each bid not less than ten thousand US dollars. Let's begin."
Below, Gu Yunbo was sipping tea, and nearly spit out the tea he just drank upon hearing the price.
"Damn! It's so expensive, who's going to buy it?"
"I bid fifty thousand."
"Sixty thousand."
"Sixty-five thousand."
