The price was even lower than she had imagined, it really was a pearl covered in dust.
Just as Ye Shaowen was about to raise his sign, he was stopped by Ye Xian, "Wait, let's wait until others have almost finished bidding, then we raise the price and take it directly."
"Okay, I'll listen to you."
"1.6 million!"
"1.8 million..."
"2 million!"
"2.3 million! Earth Film has bid 2.3 million, 2.3 million, is there anyone else who wants to bid? 2.3 million for the first time..."
Ye Shaowen raised his sign.
Ye Xian: "3 million!"
As the clear voice of the youth settled, a hand holding a white porcelain teacup at the front row VVIP seats paused.
Jiang Wanze found the voice somewhat familiar, he turned his face to look around, yet he couldn't see the person who had sprung to his mind.
Three million? It's just an ancient-style novel by a second-rate website's contracted author, and someone is willing to pay 3 million for it, what an era of rich people.
