The amount of five-needle pine trees thrown in was like a drop of water falling into the sea; it quickly disappeared without causing a ripple.

Many people in the market are carrying bulging bags and looking for five-needle pine bonsai. As soon as a five-needle pine appears, everyone flocks to it.

Li Xiangdong stood not far away with his hands behind his back, watching a group of people surrounding Zhou Hongsong's ten-year-old five-needle pine bonsai.

Suddenly, he spotted a familiar figure in the crowd.

Standing on a high point, Zhou Hongsong shouted to the crowd, "Get away! Stay away! This five-needle pine of mine is a family heirloom! The starting price is five thousand yuan! You can bid, and the highest bidder wins!"

As soon as he spoke, the people around him fell silent.

Then someone complained, "This is too expensive! A few days ago, these were only a little over three thousand!"

"Exactly! It's too expensive..."

Zhou Hongsong remained calm and chuckled, "You said it yourself, it was just a few days ago! Now the price of five-needle pine changes every day, everyone knows that!"

As he spoke, he began to shoo away the people surrounding the five-needle pine, picked up the bonsai, and made as if to leave.

Seeing him like this, someone immediately panicked and grabbed his arm, saying, "I'll offer five thousand!"

As soon as someone started bidding, others followed suit, "I'll bid five thousand and ten yuan!"

"I'll add another fifty!"

"Damn, you guys are ruthless! I'll add another hundred bucks!"

"..."

Finally, the bonsai was acquired by a middle-aged man from Ningbo for 6,300 yuan.

He grinned broadly, hugged the bonsai tree, and walked away triumphantly.

Li Xiangdong followed after the familiar, dejected figure.