515: Chapter 515 The Scene Zhao Fusu Wanted to See

Zhao Fusu stood quietly in the corner of the Auction Hall, watching the bidding scene.

The intense waves of bidding rose one after another like the tide, and the prices of the items climbed steadily amidst the shouts of the nobles.

Watching this scene, a faint, almost imperceptible smile played on his lips, and his heart was already blooming with joy; this was exactly the scene he wanted.

His gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, scanning the face of every bidder: some gripped their number plates so tightly their knuckles turned white; some had sweat on their foreheads and frequently wiped it with silk handkerchiefs; others appeared calm, but the twitching at the corners of their eyes betrayed their inner anxiety.

Zhao Fusu nodded inwardly; these subtle changes in expression were all signals to judge their psychological bottom lines.

"Four thousand dan!"

A-yi-mu's voice rang out again, carrying a hint of imperceptible panic. His confidence was flagging, but his eyes were like magnets, fixed firmly on the pair of Glass Wine Cups, persistent to the point of stubbornness.

He had already spent a lot of grain to win the Glass Horse earlier. The figures of his manor's granary stock swirled in his mind, but these wine cups were truly alluring.

With such a translucent texture, if crimson grape wine were poured in, the color of the liquid swaying in the cup would be clearly visible, and even the tiny dregs suspended in the wine would have nowhere to hide. For someone as obsessed with wine as him, this was the ultimate sensory temptation.

The other nobles in the hall clearly had the same idea; who wouldn't want to bring out such a treasure during a banquet and leave all the guests slack-jawed?

"Four thousand five hundred dan!"

The noble wearing the gem-encrusted crown from before hardly hesitated and immediately raised the price.

He pointedly turned his head and shot a provocative glance at A-yi-mu, his lips curling into an arrogant arc as if to say, "You're still a bit too green to compete with me."

A-yi-mu's jaw tightened even more. Fine beads of sweat broke out on his forehead, sliding down his cheeks to form droplets at the tip of his chin before dripping onto his luxurious brocade robe, leaving small dark stains.

His heart was like a scale swaying back and forth: this price had already far exceeded his original budget, and if he added more, the grain reserves in his manor would likely hit rock bottom. But if he gave up now and watched this pair of peerless wine cups fall into someone else's hands, he probably wouldn't even be able to sleep soundly in the future.

Just as he was hesitating, his fingers repeatedly rubbing the number plate, Zhao Fusu discreetly signaled to a shill hidden in the crowd.

The shill understood and, like an ordinary wealthy merchant, slowly raised his number plate, his voice as calm as a deep pool: "Five thousand dan."

Those words were like a massive boulder crashing into a boiling pool, and the entire hall fell silent instantly.

Everyone's gaze snapped toward the shill, and even the air seemed to freeze.

A-yi-mu's eyes widened suddenly, his face filled with surprise; he never expected such an interloper to appear out of nowhere. The noble with the gem-encrusted crown was also stunned, his hand holding the teacup frozen in mid-air, his brow furrowed as he rapidly calculated whether the price was still worth following.

A-yi-mu's face turned livid, and he cursed himself inwardly for not being decisive enough just now; if he had raised the price a step earlier, perhaps these complications wouldn't have arisen.

Meanwhile, the noble stared at the Glass Wine Cups for a long while, the light reflecting off the glass flickering in his eyes.

Just when everyone thought he was going to give up, he slammed his teacup onto the table, took a deep breath, and raised his number plate once more.