By the time everything was finished, it was nearly nine o'clock at night.
The men of the Nie Family stood dejectedly behind Old Master Nie, while the women looked enviously at Nie Lan and Nie Longjiao, the mother and daughter.
The one common factor was that everyone occasionally glanced at the table in the yard.
Because on it lay a total of 120,000.
100,000 for the antiques, and 20,000 for the cabbage.
In the past, the term "cabbage price" was synonymous with cheap, but those who witnessed tonight's events wouldn't dare think cauliflower prices equal cheap anymore.
Who can say that selling cabbage at the price of pork isn't a skill?
At least now, many present have begun to wonder how Xiao Feng made his fortune.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Xiao Feng stuffed the neatly bundled 120,000 into his pockets, laughing, "Actually, I don't care about such a small amount of money, but I have this flaw that I can't resist taking the spoils."
