Ye Feng's voice echoed, and those who had just been mocking him all looked over.
If it were someone else calling out a bid, they wouldn't take a second glance.
But he was different.
Dai Yugu had said it—he was a pauper. How could a poor man possibly bring out that much money?
He was probably trying to get something for nothing.
In an instant, the good impression they had of him crumbled away.
A nobody trying to act like a big shot.
Dai Yugu also heard his bid and snorted disdainfully out of reflex.
"Ye Feng, you really have no shame. Don't you know your own status? Daring to raise your paddle to bid, do you have that much money in your pocket?"
"You should know that there are rules at auctions. If you don't have the money to pay for your bid, they will come looking for trouble."
"The people at the auction are not easy to deal with; you better think twice before you speak."
Disdain was clearly visible in Dai Yugu's eyes, convinced that he had no money.