TL: Zhao

　　Editing: Krisaia

　　In the eyes of all the onlookers around them, Fang Shui'er was the faithful girlfriend that was willing to do whatever she could to make her man happy. Li Yiming, who previously had to endure the judgemental looks, now looked like an intimidating figure. Some were even starting to search for signs which suggested that there was more to his long, grey hair and plain clothing.

　　While some of the guests were speculating about Li Yiming's true ident.i.ty, others had their attention on the golden wok. For both Yu Runkai and Li Yiming to be so unyielding, the golden wok's worth must have not been something to scoff at.

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　　The excitement was slowly building in the audience, and the host, who had retreated to the side, had to try to stop himself from smile; he knew that he had done his job well.

　　"Mr. Li, you seem to be quite adamant about getting your hands on this artifact…" Yu Ruinkai stood up with a smile instead of pus.h.i.+ng the price even higher.

　　Li Yiming raised his cup in Yu Runkai's direction; he was no longer thinking about how much he would have to pay to take the wok cap home, but rather about what he would need to do.

　　"Fifty-one million." One of the guests could no longer hold it. It was an old man with white hair. His small eyes, hidden behind thick presbyopic lenses, remained inscrutable.

　　"Fifty-two million. I'll see what this fuss is all about myself." One of the middle-aged man said while stroking the thigh of the woman sitting right next to him.

　　'How the h.e.l.l are these people so rich?' Li Yiming muttered. He had just realized that he had inadvertently convinced the other guests that the golden wok cap was worth a fortune.

　　However, although some dared to partic.i.p.ate in the bidding, others remained conservative. After all, not everyone was ready to risk being ridiculed for buying a worthless piece of counterfeit with a small fortune.

　　"Fifty million two hundred and ten thousand." Li Yiming continued to raise the price in the smallest possible increment, which was something that puzzled the other guests.

　　"One hundred million." Yu Runkai sat down on his sofa, gave his wine cup to the model who accompanied him and started to ma.s.sage his own belly.

　　"One hundred million and ten thousand."

　　"Two hundred million." Yu Runkai said as soon as Li Yiming answered as if he was looking to conclude the deal as quickly as possible.

　　Two hundred million already becoming imposing enough to convince the other guests to rethink about their decision to interfere.

　　"Two hundred million and ten thousand."

　　Li Yiming's comical way of following Yu Runkai's bid was no longer amusing when one considered the number he added ten thousand to. Mrs. Qiang, by now, was completely dumbstruck, her face as red as a ripe apple. She was both embarra.s.sed and ashamed at the futility of her attempt to sabotage Li Yiming's bid.

　　"Well, it's just going to be a waste of time if we keep going like this. I'll go up to one billion." Yu Runkai continued staring at the wok cap while moving his hand across his beer belly slowly, as if it was some kind of antique.

　　"My upper limit is one billion and ten thousand…" Li Yiming answered honestly.

　　Yu Runkai stood up with a frown when he heard Li Yiming's answer, persuaded that it was an act of defiance. As he did so, the whole room was suddenly inundated by an explosion of golden light.

　　As the flash subsided and sight returned to the eyes of the partic.i.p.ants of the auction, all discovered to their shock that the golden wok cap had vanished. The host of the auction, especially, stared at the wooden pedestal with his mouth wide open.