Liang Bupo's expression flickered. The price of 30,000 pieces of mid-grade Yuan Stone had far exceeded the highest price he could bear.

"Has anyone added the 30,000 middle-grade Yuan Stones yet? If not, the ten thousand-year-old fruit will belong to Prince Zhao."

Seeing that no one had raised the price for a while, the old man in charge of the Tianji Chamber of Commerce said that the price of 30,000 pieces of mid-grade Yuan Stone was far beyond his expectation. Now their Tianji Chamber of Commerce has made a lot of money.

A look of pride appeared on Zhao Yang's face. This time, although he paid a price of 30,000 mid-grade yuan, the Ten Thousand Years Zhu Guo was finally his, which could be regarded as fulfilling his wish.

"Thirty-five thousand middle-grade Yuan stones!"

At this moment, just when everyone thought that the Ten Thousand Years Zhu Guo would belong to Zhao Yang, a voice came from somewhere in the stands, which immediately made everyone's eyes freeze, and they involuntarily turned towards the direction of the voice.

Looking over, he saw in an inconspicuous position, a young man slowly raised the bidding card in his hand. The price marked on the hand card was exactly 35,000 yuan of middle-grade Yuan Stone.

"It's him!"

Many people instantly recognized the bidder as Ye Feng, the young man who had a conflict with the powerful Wei State before the auction started.

He looked inconspicuous, but at this moment, after Zhao Yang called out the final price of 30,000 yuan of mid-grade Yuan Stone, he suddenly opened his mouth and called out the price of 35,000 yuan of medium-grade Yuan Stone.
Chapter completed!