Treasure Night

Zhang Yang had a discerning eye. Ordinary antiques did nothing for him, so even after wandering around for ages, he found nothing worth buying.

In the dim light, Zhang Yang finally gave up. He stood still with the Bronze Four-Ram Square Zun in his arms and let potential buyers examine it.

A crowd had gathered around him. His Bronze Zun would undoubtedly be one of the night's hottest items. Without meaning to, Zhang Yang had also confirmed that another identical Bronze Zun would appear tonight.

Jiao Long stayed close to Zhang Yang. He seemed to have no interest in antiques and knew little about them anyway. In this dim venue, where everyone wore a mask, his job was to protect Zhang Yang. Nothing else mattered.

"How does the auction work?"

Everything here was new to Zhang Yang. He had been trapped for a thousand years, yet somehow he had never experienced anything like this. It was a little regrettable.

Since he didn't know, he had better ask beforehand and spare himself the embarrassment.

"A Blind Auction," Chang Wu explained beside him.

Blind Auction? It was a new term to Zhang Yang. He had never encountered it before and had no idea what it meant.

"Bidders don't call out their offers. They write an amount on their own number cards and drop them into the bid box. Then someone counts the bids and finds the card with the highest offer. That person wins. It's fun."

Chang Wu filled Zhang Yang in.

Zhang Yang frowned. That meant every bidder had only one chance to make an offer, without knowing what anyone else had bid.

Perhaps buyers who truly wanted an antique would offer a little more than they could comfortably afford to improve their chances of winning.

It was Zhang Yang's first