"Now that your Zhuge Repeating Crossbow and Hidden Sand Shot can be mass-produced, they must bring you considerable profits, especially since... border conflicts could break out again at any time."
Upon hearing this, Flanders nodded in deep agreement.
"Xiao Gang is right. Money makes things easier."
Tang San listened silently.
The teacher's and dean's words were undoubtedly realistic.
The auction of these items allowed him to see another side of the world and made some of his thoughts clearer.
"Teacher, Dean, I understand."
"After this auction ends, I will try my best to improve my strength and, at the same time... earn enough gold soul coins!"
Inside the Spirit Hall's private room, Ghost Douluo's voice was already filled with anger upon hearing the impolite bidding upside down.
"This is outrageous!"
"Who is this blind fool who dares to steal from my Spirit Hall?!"
Bibi Dong appeared unusually calm, as if Xue Xing's price increase was within her expectations, or perhaps she simply didn't care about it at all.
She simply uttered three words.
Two hundred million.
"boom--!"
The entire audience fell completely silent once again!
Two hundred million!
Gold Soul Coins!
What does this mean?
This is truly the work of a master!
Those who previously thought 100 million was outrageous now feel that their imaginations are so limited.
Inside the private room of the Heavenly Dou Empire.
The confidant, whose cheek was still red and swollen from being slapped, showed a hint of fear in his eyes when he heard the price, but then forced out a fawning smile.
"Your Highness... Your Highness is indeed a man of brilliant strategy! The other party has indeed raised the price again!"
"If Your Highness were to..."
"Smack!"
Xue Xing slammed her hand on the table, a hint of genuine anger in her eyes.
"idiot!"
"One bid is normal at an auction. Want to bid again?"
"If the price keeps going up, won't the Spirit Hall be determined to find out who deliberately put up the bid?"
"What if they don't answer? Can I possibly accept it?!"
He rubbed his temples.
"Go slap yourself fifty more times!"
"So noisy!"
The confidant trembled, daring not to say another word, and could only slap his swollen cheek again.
On the auction stage, DouDou exclaimed excitedly.
"Two hundred million! A VIP has offered two hundred million gold soul coins!"
"Are there any higher ones?!"
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