The one still bidding against Shen Hao was a woman's voice. Shen Hao had looked back earlier but only saw a woman veiled in black gauze, her age and appearance completely unknown. The voice was cold and dull, with no way to judge her exact age.
"Two hundred and ninety thousand taels." Shen Hao raised the bid by thirty thousand again.
"Two hundred and ninety-two thousand taels."
This time, although Shen Hao still kept a blank expression, his heart skipped a beat. He forcibly resisted the urge to turn around, but in his perception, he could feel a cold gaze landing on him from time to time.
Two hundred and ninety thousand far exceeded the actual value of these auction materials—unless someone was obsessed with them for special reasons, or was just acting out of spite, no one would raise the price like this. Even after Shen Hao had twice shown his intention to win at any cost, the other party still chose to press on rather than back off rationally.
