Bidding began for the Immortal-Brew Gourd.
In the short time Gu Cheng had been talking to Xie Yuchen, the price had already climbed to 470 million.
The tens or hundreds of millions routinely seen at international auctions were child's play here.
Everyone in the private box was swept up in the feverish atmosphere.
"Gu Cheng, if you're determined to get it, why don't you light the sky lantern?!"
Huo Xiu Xiu cried excitedly.
"No one's lit the sky lantern in years! Give us a chance to see it for ourselves. What do you say?!"
"Absolutely not!"
Gu Cheng broke out in a cold sweat at her suggestion.
Light the sky lantern?
I'd have to have a death wish.
He cut off Huo Xiu Xiu's dangerous idea at once.
"You think far too highly of me. Do you know what kind of people light the sky lantern? Even Zhang Dafoye of your Old Nine Gates barely managed to pull it off back then. Someone like me had better forget it."
He glanced at the bidding outside. It had reached 520 million.
After a moment's thought, he walked to the railing and called out, "Eight hundred million."
He couldn't let these people keep pushing the price up bit by bit.
The astronomical prices at many auctions were built up through countless small increases. He had to drive off everyone hoping to get lucky in one stroke, then put the serious bidders on notice.
He wanted to send them one message: This gourd is mine.
Sure enough, the moment Gu Cheng announced his bid-
Everyone was stunned.
He had raised the price by almost 300 million in one go.
Eight hundred million was a sum half the guests present couldn't come up with.
"Whose family is that kid from? He's reckless!"
"That's outrageous.