A freshly caught wild Hairy Croaker was rare enough that anyone interested naturally did not want to let it slip away.
A few million was a lot of money to people from ordinary families.
But to people from certain families, it was merely the cost of a meal—perhaps not even enough to cover one.
Lu Ao could barely keep up with all the chats on WeChat, so he simply pulled everyone into a group and had them bid there.
As he added people, friend requests kept pouring into WeChat.
For a moment, he was nearly overwhelmed.
Weng Qian was also pulled into Lu Ao's bidding group.
Before he could say anything, he saw a wealthy buyer post: A wild Hairy Croaker this large is indeed rare. I bid 3.3 million.
—I bid 3.5 million. I'm buying it as a dowry for my daughter.
—3.7 million.
—3.8 million.
Weng Qian could tell at a glance that all those figures were calculated in ten-thousands.
He watched from beside his phone as this one simple fish was quickly driven up to 4.6 million.
He shook his head, already giving up on rejoining the competition.
It was just a fish. It was not made of gold, and eating it would not make anyone immortal. With several million in real money, what could you not buy? Why buy a fish?
Weng Qian watched for a while longer and saw that the people in the WeChat group were still bidding.
However, the price had stabilized somewhat, with each new bid only increasing by ten or twenty thousand.
It seemed first-generation rich people were fairly rational after all.
Weng Qian was about to close WeChat. The fish was already nearing five million.
That was absolutely not a price he would pay.
His hand had just moved over