"Young Master, wasn't it you who told me to raise the price?"
The burly man who had been beaten looked somewhat aggrieved.
Wasn't this what you told me to do?
Wasn't I doing this so you could earn a little more?
"I told you to raise the price, not stir up trouble. Couldn't you have called out one hundred thousand? Or two hundred thousand?"
"Do you understand how to boil a frog in warm water? Start low and test his resolve. If he's determined, raise it bit by bit. If he isn't, then strike decisively and take it."
"But you? You jumped straight to one million, like you were afraid people wouldn't run away fast enough!"
"Why are you so stupid? All that True Immortal cultivation of yours—did you cultivate it into a dog's belly?"
Seeing that the burly man still dared to talk back, the young man hit him even harder.
After that beating, the burly man was utterly wronged.
If I were smart, I wouldn't be hanging around with you.
But he did not say it aloud.
He was still fairly smart.
If he dared let those words out, the Young Master would only beat him even harder.
"Two million."
"What?"
The young man, who had been punching and kicking, froze.
He immediately scrambled onto the stone platform.
Looking closely, the ones bidding two million were precisely that group from earlier.
Two million?
That group was even richer than he had imagined.
"Young Master, everything is under my control. See? He's already bid two million."
"I know what to do next."
"One thousa—"
"Get the hell out of here!"
Before the burly man could finish shouting, the young man kicked him flat to the ground.
That bastard was still planning to call out ten million?
Did he really