Listening to the constant bidding around her, without anyone asking if she intended to buy, Gu Changsheng's mouth twitched and twitched again, speechless!
Damn it!
How can they be so spontaneous? Did anyone ask for her opinion as the owner?
Did anyone consider the feelings of the poor vendor?
Didn't they see that vendor who sold the painting for two hundred taels of silver, already anxious to tears?
They spent two hundred taels to buy it, and in a blink, the price multiplied by forty or fifty times. Who wouldn't feel overwhelmed!
"Two hundred and fifty thousand taels!"
"Two hundred and sixty thousand taels!"
"..."
A few old men were in a heated argument, their faces flushed and necks thick, Gu Changsheng recognized them. These people all had stalls in this Dark Market, looking inconspicuous, yet unexpectedly, they're all some hidden masters, as they casually threw out tens of thousands of taels!
If this was in modern times, they'd all be downright millionaires!
