The bidders present all turned to look at the gray-haired old man.
Some whispered, trying to figure out who that prominent figure was.
Someone soon offered 11 crystals, followed by 12 crystals.
The old man at the front raised his hand again and said loudly, "30 chrystals!"
That bid sparked an uproar in the entire venue because it represented 300,000 taels of gold. This amount was nearly enough to buy a district. With his bid, the gray-haired old man completely overshadowed everyone else.
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