The scene did not result in a bidding frenzy; instead, a large group of customers eyed each other, waiting for someone else to make a bid. They lost interest after hearing Xiao Yuchuan's words.
Men are like that: the harder it is to get something, the more precious it becomes. They would value it more if it was gilded, but now men wouldn't even take the initiative to collect that chicken. Who would take over this mess, wouldn't they be seen as a fool?
"Gentlemen, you may start bidding..." Lady Feng repeatedly smiled to accompany her words.
"Still five thousand taels, is there gold embedded between her legs?" A man around fifty years old sneered, "Even with gold, she wouldn't be worth five thousand taels. I bid one hundred taels."
"Huh!" The customers gasped, and a man at the neighboring table said, "Brother, you're bold enough to bid."
