"Fifty million, going once!"
"Fifty million, going twice!"
"Fifty million... going three times!"
"Sold!"
Clang!
The gavel fell, sealing the deal with a single strike.
The bronze treasure box that not even a Heavenly Monarch could open officially belonged to Chen Changqing.
After three breaths of silence, the entire venue erupted into thunderous discussion.
Chen Changqing merely reclined in his chair, as though the person who had just thrown out fifty million spirit stones had not been him.
He looked at Liu Ruyan.
"See? I told you so."
"Their dynasty's pride is worth no more than this."
Liu Ruyan no longer knew what to say.
Just then, someone lightly knocked on the private room's door.
Manager Zhou personally entered with two maidservants carrying the bronze treasure box, their manner utterly respectful.
Manager Zhou entered the private room without daring to lift his head.
He gently set the bronze treasure box, preserved within ten-thousand-year ice, onto the table. Then he retreated three steps and bowed.
"Holy Son Chen."
"The treasure has been delivered."
"By the rules, once an item has been auctioned, it cannot be returned or exchanged."
Though his words sounded like routine procedure, he was actually reminding Chen Changqing.
Spending fifty million top-grade spirit stones on a box that could not be opened was far too risky.
If Chen Changqing returned and still failed to open it, then came knocking in rage and humiliation, the Nine Provinces Auction House would have a headache on its hands as well.
Chen Changqing waved a hand.
"No matter."
He did not even spare the treasure box another glance, as though it were not an auction item worth fifty million, but an ordinary object.
Manager Zhou quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and his awe for Chen Changqing deepened further.
This Holy