Old Yuan started, then walked over with a smile. "Master."
Looking at Old Man Yuan, Chu Hao said, "Old man, you're quite rich. I wouldn't have guessed."
Old Yuan, caught between laughter and tears, said, "Master, you're joking. It's all small money."
The reason he bid so high was to please Chu Hao. Besides, those items were indeed worth that much.
Many wealthy businessmen also came over, offering polite words and curiously sizing up Chu Hao.
A successful businessman approached with a smile. "Little Master, do you have any other Magic Artifacts? I'd like to purchase some."
Why didn't you act sooner?
Chu Hao, growing impatient, waved a hand and said, "No."
I now have one hundred and sixty million; why would I care about your little bit of money?
The businessman felt awkward, a twinge of irritation stirring within him. What's so great about him anyway?
Just then, Master Long Yuan came over and asked, "Master, do you have any coffins left?"
