"Wow..."
The crowd that had been watching the excitement nearby immediately burst into commotion.
A brush that was originally worth only fifty thousand yuan had actually been bid up to one hundred thousand by Tang Feng; wasn't that a bit too exaggerated?
The stall owner was also stunned; this unexpected fortune left him fearing that Tang Feng might change his mind, so he hastily stood up and said, "One hundred thousand? You said it yourself, no backing out, got it?"
"Don't worry, I'll transfer the money to you right now." Tang Feng said as he took out his cell phone from his pocket.
"Hold on a moment." Just then, the elderly man suddenly spoke up to interrupt, "I'll offer one hundred and ten thousand."
"Wow..."
Everyone who thought the matter had been settled didn't expect another twist.
These two really got into it, each still increasing their bids even after surpassing one hundred thousand.
The happiest person here was the stall owner.