"Thirty-four million!" An antique merchant gritted his teeth and offered a price. This had almost reached his limit.
On the other side, another competitor hesitated and said, "Thirty-five million!"
There was no sound in the field, and the price seemed to have been decided.
But at this time, on Zachary's table, who had not spoken for a long time, Jiang Mo smiled faintly and raised his hand. "40 million!"
Immediately, the field became quiet. Everyone's gaze was cast over in an instant. The two middle aged men who had been competing for the last moment looked at Jiang Mo at this moment. In the end, they lowered their heads and shook their heads, indicating that they had given up.
As soon as Jiang Mo opened his mouth, no one else took action. The auctioneer on the stage said,
