The audience was silent.
"Eight million!" Zhang Dongfang called out again.
This time, no one followed suit.
Zhang Dongfang looked at the audience's reaction, finally satisfied, snorted coldly, and returned to his seat.
The collectors remained silent.
"Eight million once."
"Eight million twice."
"Eight million thir—"
"Nine million!"
A loud, powerful voice came from the corner.
Those intimidated by Zhang Dongfang swiftly turned their heads to see who dared speak up, their expressions varied.
Some were purely curious, some excited by the tension, some feeling exhilarated, gazing at the varied faces filled with joy, anger, happiness, and sorrow.
The bidder was none other than Song Xiaodong, quietly watching the drama unfold from the corner.
"Can't you understand?" Zhang Dongfang slapped the table with a "bang" and stood to see the bidder, none other than the young man he had just mocked.
