บท 277: 0277 A burst of anger for a beauty

No one dared to bid for Su Ran anymore!

"Four million and five hundred thousand, 'Autumn Whispers'"

As the price climbed higher, the intervals between bids grew longer, and the mockery and contempt for Su Ran became more and more apparent.

"Five million, 'Autumn Whispers'"

The auction hall had already begun to stir.

At least the object being auctioned had its inherent value, which was visible and tangible.

A piano piece for five million.

Although art is priceless, and there are many pieces worth tens of millions, most of them were not extreme piano enthusiasts, so many people felt a bit of heartache for the five million price tag on a single piece.

Even though Su Xinyan was a Grade 8 pianist, her performance vanished without a trace.

After the five million mark, there was a moment when no one started bidding.

And just then, a deep voice resounded in the hall, exceptionally loud.

"Ten million, 'Autumn Whispers'"

The bidder was Gu Heng!

Ten million for a single piece.