Xing Hong took in the greedy expressions of the underlings. The corner of his mouth curved into a cunning, triumphant smile.
But when his gaze shifted to Brother Tian, the smile froze on his face.
Brother Tian still wore that disgustingly sycophantic expression, without the slightest trace of greed.
Xing Hong was utterly confused. 'What's going on?'
To Xing Hong, Brother Tian's entire reaction just felt wrong. Everyone in the Fuzimiao Antiques Market knew Brother Tian was the most ruthless and greedy of them all. Otherwise, people wouldn't curse him as the 'Hyena' behind his back.
'How could this greedy hyena have such a change of heart today? Did he not hear the price I just quoted?'
At this thought, Xing Hong spoke again. Afraid Brother Tian hadn't heard, he simply bellowed at the top of his lungs, "Eight hundred thousand! The treasure is worth eight hundred thousand!"
His sudden shout startled everyone in the bar.
