"Whoa."
Xiao Wu covered her mouth, almost jumping to her feet.
"Two Million Gold Soul Coins? These people are way too rich."
"Before, when Xiao San spent so much money buying me the Soft Armor, that was already scary enough."
"I never thought I'd have this much money now too!"
Xiao Wu tilted her little head, her pink rabbit-ear hair ornament swaying lightly.
"When the auction is over, I'm going to ask Xiao San if there's anything he especially wants too."
"I'll spend a million and buy it for him."
Her little fists clenched tightly, as if she could already see Tang San's startled, doubtful expression.
In another private room, Tang San remained perfectly composed. That Two Million Gold Soul Coins seemed to him like nothing more than a meaningless number.
The cooperation he planned to establish with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was enough to support an even more astonishing bid.
A mere two million had yet to touch his bottom line.
He reached out a finger and pressed the Bidding Device again.
Three million!
The entire hall fell silent.
Doudou swallowed, her voice trembling slightly as well.
"Three million! This distinguished guest has bid three million!"
"Three million, going once!"
Dean Flender felt as if his heart was about to leap out of his throat.
His mouth hung open, and for a long while, he could not say a word. He only stared at Tang San with the eyes of someone looking at a monster.
Just how much money was this kid still hiding?
Flender even began to calculate whether he should simply give Tang San the title of honorary dean of Shrek Academy.
Student? Study his ass!
As long as he could sponsor a little more of the academy's construction, forget honorary dean—even letting him