"What are you laughing at?"
Martial Saint was still very frugal. The other party asked for three billion, so he offered three billion, not a penny more, even if it wasn't his money.
Perhaps this was also why Master Xu Lun was laughing,
"Young man, I have said many times, it's not for sale. It's not about the money."
Although his appearance was unconventional, he had a generous demeanor, even if being dragged here, he showed no impatience up till now.
Three billion might not match the value of the Nine Carp Painting, but a young man who could easily offer such a price deserved some tolerance and patience.
"Three billion and ten million."
Martial Saint was forced to raise his bid.
The other party was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
"Young man, there are still many masterpieces on site, why not take another look..."
"Three billion and fifty million."
Martial Saint continued to up the ante, rudely saying, "If you won't sell, you won't leave today."
