"Two hundred and ten million!" the man with the little mustache gritted his teeth and called out the price, his gaze fierce.
"Two hundred and thirty million!" Once again, the indifferent voice came from upstairs, as if no matter how much Little Mustache raised the bid, he would follow.
Little Mustache and his companion exchanged glances, seemingly communicating something. Just as they were about to raise the bid again, the cheongsam-clad lady slightly turned her head, listening to the voice in her earpiece, and then quite suddenly announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry, but the auction is temporarily suspended."
"Whoo..." The whole place was in an uproar. Interruptions in auctions weren't unprecedented, but to pause at such a critical moment was very rare, clearly indicating that the owners of the auction had further instructions.
"What's going on?"
"We were about to see the result, why suddenly stop?"
...
Everyone was full of questions, not knowing what had happened.