513: Chapter 513: Deal Sold!

Hearing that sudden bid, A-yi-mu's originally confident expression instantly changed, as if he had been struck by a heavy punch.

His lips pressed tightly into a line, and his gaze searched the crowd as urgently as a falcon for the bidder, his heart filled with doubt and resentment.

When he discovered that the bidder was merely an ordinary-looking participant, the competitive spirit hidden deep within him was completely ignited with a "boom."

"Three thousand dan!"

A-yi-mu's face flushed red, and he shouted at the top of his lungs.

His voice carried an unquestionable dominance, announcing to everyone that he would not give up easily.

"Four thousand dan!"

The shill arranged by Zhao Fusu remained expressionless, calmly raising the bid again; his voice was steady and powerful, striking the hearts of the crowd like a heavy hammer.

"Four thousand five hundred dan!"

A-yi-mu gritted his teeth, the muscles on his face twitching slightly from the strain as he shouted out the number.

At this moment, Zhao Fusu was hiding in an inconspicuous corner, his eyes fixed on A-yi-mu, not letting even the slightest change in the other's expression escape him.

He saw that a layer of fine sweat had already broken out on A-yi-mu's forehead, glistening under the lights.

In his eyes, there was both a near-obsessive desire for the Glass Horse and a hint of imperceptible hesitation, as if he were weighing the gains and losses of such a high price deep within his heart.

Zhao Fusu privately speculated that A-yi-mu might be reaching his limit.

But to be safe, he decided to test him a bit more.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and gave an imperceptible wink to the shill.

The shill understood immediately and steadily raised the sign again, his voice as stable as a great bell as he shouted, "Four thousand six hundred dan!"

This bid was like a heavy bomb dropped into a calm lake; the entire Auction Hall instantly fell silent, and everyone's eyes focused on A-yi-mu.

A-yi-mu heard this bid and his body involuntarily shuddered as if he had been struck by an electric shock.

A look of painful struggle appeared on his face, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the pressure.

He slowly looked around and found that the other nobles were watching quietly, their eyes filled with various complex emotions, all waiting to see his reaction.

"Five thousand dan!"

A-yi-mu finally shouted another price.

By now, his voice was somewhat hoarse.

From A-yi-mu's expression, Zhao Fusu keenly judged that this should be his limit.

He rejoiced inwardly, his lips curling up slightly, almost unable to suppress his smug smile.

After all, if the price was raised too much and the Glass Horse was "left rotting" in his own hands, the loss would outweigh the gain.

Finally, as Zhang Qian raised the gavel high and brought it down forcefully with a crisp "thud," the deal was sealed: "Sold!"

A-yi-mu breathed a long sigh of relief and slowly walked onto the stage.

When his trembling hands lifted the Glass Horse he had dreamed of, an extremely complex expression appeared on his face.

In that expression, there was both the joy of having his wish fulfilled, like a child finally getting a long-desired toy, and the heartache after paying such a high price—after all, five thousand dan of grain was no small amount.

Meanwhile, Zhao Fusu watched all this from the side, filled with secret satisfaction. The goal of this auction had been perfectly achieved; not only had the price of glass products been successfully driven up, but a massive amount of grain had also been earned.