Inside Christie's Auction House, the panda auctioneer looked at Li Ziran strangely, hoping he would repeat the price he had just named.
"I'd like to set the price at ten thousand for now. It may be adjusted in the future, and I'll have to trouble you then, Master," Li Ziran said humbly.
Yet to the panda's ears, that tone sounded like utter nonsense.
"No, no, Li Ziran. Perhaps you didn't hear me clearly. Goods listed on the Void Network generally cannot command such high prices. The clients are not fools; they will not throw down that many Void Coins simply because you are trying to be unconventional. I understand that you are a rising star of the Red Soil Continent and wish to open up a market in the Void Expanse, but I still sincerely advise you to face reality. Your success will come, but not now. Even geniuses need time to settle and mature!"
This was undoubtedly the longest speech the panda had ever made, every word steeped in bitter truths.
As though he had not understood, Li Ziran shook his head. "Master, let's leave it at that for now. You don't understand—I'm desperately short of money right now!"
The panda gave a bitter smile. In the Void Expanse, what living creature was not short of money? Take him, for example. If he were not short of money, would he have accepted this assignment and come to a backward place like the Red Soil Continent to oversee an auction house?
The goods his colleagues handled were all top-tier items from the Void Expanse. But what about him? After half a month, he had received only these pitiful two batches of goods—and they were the lowest grade.
For auctioneers like them, their goal was to hold one grand auction after