The turn of events caught everyone by surprise.
Once they had accepted the reality, a wave of fear washed over them.
Had Ye Ming not stepped forward to expose Zhang Tianlai's trickery, everyone would have been duped.
A broken bowl had its auction price inflated to five hundred million; had the deal gone through, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
Moreover, everyone present would have lost face.
Businessmen as shrewd as sly foxes, played for fools by an old man nearing fifty—should word get out, it would be a laughingstock.
Zhang Tianlai couldn't care less at this point, he looked at Ye Ming earnestly and pleaded, "Mr. Ye, please spare me this one time, leave me with a dog's life. I was just blinded by money, led astray by my greed."
"As long as you spare me, I'll do whatever you ask!"
Zhang Tianlai knelt on the ground, tears and snot running down his face, a picture of utter misery.