"Fifty million, going once!"
"Fifty million, going twice!"
"Fifty million... going three times!"
"Sold!"
Clang!
The wooden gavel fell, sealing the deal with a single strike.
The bronze treasure box that even a Heavenly Lord could not open officially belonged to Chen Changqing.
After three breaths of silence, the entire auction hall erupted with a roar of discussion like mountains crying out and seas surging.
Chen Changqing merely leaned back in his chair, as though he had not been the one to throw out fifty million spirit stones just now.
He looked at Liu Ruyan.
"See? What did I tell you?"
"That's all their dynasty's dignity is worth."
Liu Ruyan no longer knew what to say.
Just then, a gentle knock came at the private room's door.
Steward Zhou personally entered with two maids carrying the bronze treasure box, his manner impeccably respectful.
Steward Zhou entered the private room without even daring to raise his head.
He gently placed the bronze treasure box, encased in ten-thousand-year-old ice, on the table, then retreated three steps and bowed.
"Holy Son Chen."
"Your treasure has been delivered."
"According to our rules, once this item has been sold, no returns or exchanges will be accepted."
His words sounded like routine business, but he was actually reminding Chen Changqing.
Spending fifty million top-grade spirit stones on a box that could not be opened was an enormous risk.
If Chen Changqing could not open it after taking it home and came back in a humiliated rage, the Nine Provinces Auction House would have a headache on its hands.
Chen Changqing waved a hand.
"No matter."
He did not even spare the treasure box another glance, as though it were an ordinary object rather than an auction lot worth fifty million.
Steward Zhou inwardly sighed in