It had to be said, if Dingchuan Academy had a film and acting department, then it would have been an outrage if White Hair did not take first place.
Young Master Yin's exaggerated expression was so unbearable that even Brother Fatty could not stand it, yet in this dim lighting, it allowed the people at that distance to see it especially clearly.
A qualified master performer had to possess absolute control over spatial distance!
White Hair quietly gave himself a thumbs-up.
If I don't swindle you out of even your pants today, I'll give you my title of Cannon King.
"Our buyer in seat 17 has now bid 340 million Credit Points. Does any other buyer still require this engine?"
"The countdown begins. Three..."
White Hair gritted his teeth and seemed about to raise his hand.
At that moment, Jin's eyes instantly lit up as he repeatedly chanted in his heart: Bid, bid, bid.
Yet White Hair then dropped his hand in frustration, his face filled with anger.
Jin nearly cursed aloud, but then White Hair's hand began to rise again, though no price had yet appeared on the bidding placard.
The indifferent auctioneer noticed them and cast a questioning glance their way.
Jin relaxed again.
"Two..."
White Hair softly let out a breath, looked up at the price, then at the dot-matrix bidding placard, and sighed dejectedly as he shook his head.
"One! Congratulations to buyer number 17 for acquiring this auction item."
Thud.
Jin's palm slammed heavily onto the wooden table. The two-hundred-year-old Dark Sinking Wood showed no indulgence for this Half-Blood's temper, its hard material fiercely transmitting the force of the impact back into his hand.
The Half-Blood's palm trembled, half from rage and half from pain.
"Damn it!"
The icy words squeezed out through his clenched