The moment the hundred-year wild ginseng appeared, everyone's gaze was drawn to it.
Most wealthy people came specifically for the wild ginseng.
After all, its value was self-evident.
The host sensed the fervent looks of the crowd, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes, seeing that saving it for last as the finale was the right choice.
"The starting bid for the hundred-year wild ginseng is ten million, with each bid increment not less than five hundred thousand."
No sooner had the host finished speaking than someone in the audience started to bid.
"Fifteen million."
"Fifteen million five hundred thousand."
"Twenty million."
"Twenty-four million."
The bidding voices of the crowd rose and fell, each refusing to give in, as the effects of the hundred-year wild ginseng were exactly what everyone needed.
So they had to get it, no matter what.
For a while, the voices of the crowd climbed one after another.
Wang Shiyun listened with a shocked expression.