Yang Gong was feeling quite pleased with himself, yet before half an incense stick's time had passed, the bid had escalated to 500 taels merely as a matter of time.
However, at this moment, a sharp-eyed wealthy man examined the singers prepared on the stage several times, yet he failed to spot Zhen Ji's shadow.
"Eh? Why isn't Zhen Ji here? We all came specifically for Zhen Ji."
As soon as these words were spoken, there was an uproar among the crowd, and instantly no one raised their bid, leaving the price stuck at 300 taels.
Yang Gong was heartbroken, had no one mentioned Zhen Ji, the price would have soared by several hundred more taels, but just because of one remark, a thousand taels of silver were lost.
At that moment, Yang Gong could hardly stop himself from dragging the person who spoke out to give him a beating for mentioning what should not have been mentioned; wasn't this blocking someone's path to wealth?
