"Are twelve thousand gold plentiful?" Song Yan said again, giving people the feeling that twelve thousand gold in his eyes is similar to one or two silver.

"Looks like this man has a big family!" Jinyi's son sneered and said that, in his opinion, Song Yan was just a dead man. As long as the auction started, the prototype would appear.

"How does my family have a half-silver relationship with you?" Song Yan disdained the pout, and then turned his head back.

The brocade Prince suddenly turned black. If he wasn't in the summer auction house, he would have to teach the country bumpkin a lesson.

As time went by,...