Watching Clark using his influence to pressure others, Wesley felt contempt in his heart, "Well, Clark, aren't you just delaying me from making money!"
Originally, the price of the blue silver stones had been bid up to fifty million, but after Clark pulled that stunt, absolutely no one dared to bid again.
Losing several million in small change all at once was equivalent to losing cultivation resources.
Wesley looked at Clark, and the more he looked, the angrier he became. If he didn't properly deal with him today, it would be an injustice to heaven.
"Everyone, the blue silver stones I am selling here go to the highest bidder. If you don't have the money on you, don't shout randomly; leave early!"
Just as the bald man was feeling unhappy and preparing to leave, Wesley spoke up.
"Now that Young Master Danver has bid forty-five million for one blue silver stone, I wonder if Young Master Danver wants just one or all of them?"
