Zhao Mingyu was clearly angered by Luo Qingchen's unhurried attitude. He slammed open the window of the box, revealing a slightly pale but arrogant young face, and shouted at Luo Qingchen: "Boy, do you know who I am? If you're wise, back out now and I'll let you off once! Otherwise, hmph!"
Luo Qingchen didn't raise his eyelids a bit, just said calmly to the manager on the auction stage: "Friend, if no one bids higher, shouldn't this item go to me?"
The manager in the embroidered robe broke out in a slight sweat; he couldn't afford to offend either side. But the rule of the auction was the highest bidder wins, so he coughed and said: "Young Master Zhao bids seven thousand Spirit Stones; this friend bids seven thousand one hundred… oh no, Young Master Zhao bids seven thousand, and this friend bids seven thousand one hundred. Young Master Zhao, would you like to increase your bid?"
