Chapter 23: The Blood Jade Dagger

Mr. Tyler shook his head wryly. He had forgotten his own identity. As an expert in jade appraisal, his participation in the auction was, in a way, proving the value of this antique. Consequently, it inadvertently added considerable value to the jade carved Pixiu. "One million eight hundred and fifty thousand!" "One million nine hundred thousand!" ... In the end, the jade carved Pixiu was sold to a middle-aged man for the price of two million two hundred thousand. "Ah, foolish people with too much money, truly ridiculous. The value of this jade carved Pixiu should be around one million eight hundred thousand, but it has been overpriced by four hundred thousand," Mr. Tyler sighed. He had started it himself. "Mr. Tyler, you should be more mindful of your identity. What are you meddling in? It's purely a contribution to the organizers," Mr. Kipling teased, seeing Mr. Tyler's frustrated expression. With the auction of the first item concluded, the auctioneer became even more excited.