Hearing Xin Yun's words, the auctioneer was already a bit irritated. It was the annual Ethereal transaction festival, and time was precious. There was no time to delay here!
Seeing the auctioneer frowning, Xin Yun hastily said, "How about this? I'll offer one thousand gold for just one of the girls. What do you say?"
"Bang!" As soon as Xin Yun finished speaking, the auctioneer's gavel fell instantly. Amidst the crisp sound, the auctioneer shouted loudly, "Good, the transaction is—completed!"
"Wow…" Upon hearing the auctioneer's words, Xin Yun was first stunned, then jumped up like crazy. It was so easy to buy Yan Qingying for one thousand gold! Was this a dream?
Looking at Xin Yun's excited expression, the auctioneer couldn't help but wipe off his sweat. In his eyes, this person was too persistent, but as a guest, he couldn't affront him. Now that a high price had been offered, naturally, it was time to sell to him.