"You!"
Cheng Yin and Song Jianjun were quite enraged; they hadn't expected Wang Hao to challenge their authority in front of so many people.
But, recalling Wang Hao's fierce gaze at the time, neither of them dared to utter the rest of the curses they had in mind.
"Good one, Wang Hao, you just wait. I can't be bothered with you today, but after this auction is over, we'll see how I'll deal with you!"
Cheng Yin swore to himself in his heart.
After his return, Wang Hao also felt uneasy.
Although Wang Hao had spoken with great firmness just now, this auction was truly important for him.
The auction had drawn herbal medicine buyers from all over the country, as well as some prominent figures in the field of traditional Chinese medicine.
For a newcomer to the herbal medicine market like Wang Hao, the most straightforward way to gain trust was to make a remarkable impact at this auction; otherwise, it would be impossible to rise quickly.