A piece of jewelry born solely for beauty—seven hundred thousand High-grade Spirit Stones was already a sky-high price. Yet for someone you liked, no one would say it was not worth it.
In the eyes of someone who liked it, this was a priceless treasure.
Besides, for Ye Zhen, who currently had a vast amount of Spirit Stones in his pocket, only Spirit Stones that were spent counted as good Spirit Stones.
"I bid seven hundred and ten thousand High-grade Spirit Stones." Having attended many auctions, Ye Zhen had long gained experience.
Huge, sudden jumps in price often did not scare opponents away. More often, it was this slow simmer of incremental bids that drove opponents to despair and made them withdraw sooner.
"Hmph, you want to compete with me? I bid eight hundred thousand High-grade Spirit Stones." Another voice that sounded somewhat familiar to Ye Zhen rang out.
At this price, the chirping voices of the women who had eagerly bid earlier vanished from the auction hall entirely.
What remained were soft pleas to the men beside them, each woman using every trick in her arsenal in hopes of making her man spare no expense to win this Green Lotus Jade Pure Hairpin for her.
Unfortunately, these women had all deliberately overlooked most men's nature—or perhaps their common failing.
For women they had already gotten their hands on, men usually acted only with their mouths. As long as they sweet-talked them into happiness, that was enough. Only for those they had yet to taste would they spare no expense to win their favor.
Thus, those women who used every means to beg the men beside them to bid were destined to gain nothing.
The sky-high price of eight hundred thousand High-grade Spirit Stones was already enough to frighten off