"I'll offer two million!"
"Six million!"
"Four million!"
"Eight million!"
"Are you coming or not? If not, go play in the mud!"
"A bunch of good-for-nothings, you wouldn't be able to do anything even if you were given the chance!"
"I really didn't expect that after being in the Demon Realm for so long, there wouldn't be a single person who could fight me!"
"How dare you sit here? How many times has this happened, and not a single person has made a bid?"
Inside Tianbao Pavilion, the only sound that could be heard was Jiang Haitian's domineering yet melodious bidding voice.
And a pretentious tone that doesn't cause much harm but is extremely insulting.
At this moment, the father sitting in the hall became the sole focus of attention for the entire audience.
What the treasures being auctioned on stage are is no longer important; what matters is that this auction has completely degenerated into a personal performance by this madman, Jiang Haitian.
The spectacular London performance finally came to a temporary end when the last item, a top-grade celestial rosary worth eight million, was placed on Jiang Haitian's wrist.
After his outburst, Jiang Haitian showed a satisfied expression and casually picked up an empty teacup, pointing it at the dumbfounded Yu Xiyan.
Yu Xiyan stared at the empty teacup handed to her, not even realizing what was happening.
"Fill the tea! Is this your first day as a maid? You have no sense of propriety at all, you're a complete waste."
Yu Xiyan trembled and immediately filled Jiang Haitiankong's cup with tea.
At that moment, she felt as insignificant as an ant.
The dignified ruler of a nation, the former Empress Yintian, has actually been reduced to serving tea and water to others.
It's all so absurd.
Seeing Yu Xiyan trying to suppress her frustration and please him, a subtle smile appeared on his lips.
"Hey~"
Just then, a loud roar came from the private room on the second floor.
Immediately following was a questioning voice.
"Your actions are far too flamboyant. Do you intend to leave no room for decency whatsoever?"
The next moment, the sound of porcelain shattering was heard.
Jiang Haitian smashed his teacup and pointed at the source of the noise on the second floor, shouting, "What are you yelling about? Respect is earned, not given by others!"
"Are you a piece of trash, just starting out in this mess? Don't you even understand such a simple principle?"
"Very well, it seems you have no intention of taking my Heavenly Demon Sect seriously at all. Let me give you a piece of advice."
It's best to leave some room for maneuver in life and in business, lest you find yourself in a dead end and then regret it!
"You piece of trash, you're lecturing me now. You didn't even graduate from junior high school, what are you pretending to be a Harvard postdoctoral fellow for?"
After all that talk, isn't it just that I took what you wanted? If you wanted, just tell me directly; I don't care at all.
"As long as you call me 'Dad,' you can pick anything from my coffee table and take it. So, are you going to call me that or not?"
"you……"
"What do you mean, 'you'? If you don't have the ability, don't come out here trying to make your presence known. You're a piece of trash sitting in a private room but can't even compete with the people in the main hall. How have you ever had the nerve to live this long?"
If I were you, I'd just go outside and hang myself from a tree. After all, you couldn't even handle the best of everything.
This kind of trash should just die already to make room for others to live.
After he finished speaking, his son immediately handed him a piece of seedless watermelon. Jiang Haitian took a bite and then threw it on the coffee table.
"Fine, fine, this is the first time in my life I've ever seen anyone dare to speak to my Heavenly Demon Sect like this. Alright, remember what you said today, this matter is not over."
Jiang Haitian snorted and slowly raised his middle finger towards the second floor: "If you're bad, practice more; if you're weak, shut up!"
The private room on the second floor quickly fell silent.
But immediately afterward, apart from Huibin Pavilion, the other private rooms on the second floor collectively unleashed the essence of traditional Chinese culture, launching a barrage of verbal attacks at Jiang Haitian.
A barrage of vulgar language erupted instantly, attempting to make Jiang Haitian experience the allure of being cyberbullied.
Jiang Haitian, without batting an eye, simply snapped his fingers.
Cyberbullying? Sorry, that's outdated!
Box weapons are all the rage now!
The Six Ghost Shadows appeared on his left and right instantly.
"Useless trash, are you just going to stand by and watch your father be insulted like this? Go up there and open their boxes... Never mind, you wouldn't understand what a box is anyway, just cripple them."
"Father, are you going to die or live?"
"Useless! Is there even a need to say that? This is Tianbao Pavilion. Causing a death here will land you on a blacklist."
Just follow the rules and keep your breath; I don't want to encounter that cliché scenario of someone plotting against me and taking my life on my way back.
"Yes, Father."
The next second, the six ghost figures vanished from the spot.
Immediately afterwards, strange noises came from the various rooms on the second floor.
Seeing this, Song Yanran looked at Leng Qingcheng curiously and said, "Sister, things are in such a mess, aren't you going to do anything about it?"
Leng Qingcheng, however, remained indifferent: "Sister, our Demon Realm is not as grand and well-mannered as your Central Realm."
As long as they don't violate the rules of Demon Breath City, these little wind and wave girls shouldn't interfere.
"Of course, if the older sister doesn't like it, the younger sister will stop them."
Song Yanran shook her head: "It's alright. Since it's a custom of the Demon Realm, we shouldn't forcefully stop it. Actually, it looks quite lively and interesting."
"It's good that you understand, sister. Actually, Jiang Haitian has brought me quite a bit of profit today, so let him do whatever he wants this time."
Leng Qingcheng laughed a few times and continued to look towards Jiang Haitian on the first floor.
Leng Qingcheng is the largest shareholder of Tianbao Pavilion, which is also the main source of her extravagant and decadent lifestyle.
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