"Seventy million" Zhuo Yifan reported his price with some pain.top Novel Ranking
Everyone at the scene couldn't help but look over here. Especially Murong Fengyun, whose expression was extremely ugly. He already knew that Zhuo Yifan was at the scene, but he never saw it. He didn't expect that this kid would show up as soon as he appeared.
Come and ruin your own good deeds!
The middle-aged man glanced at Zhuo Yifan with some interest, with a hint of smile in his eyes, turned his head, and shouted to the emcee without any explanation: "I offer 80 million!"
Murong Fengyun's eyelids twitched, and he hated this middle-aged man to the extreme. Originally, after 50 million, no one would compete with him. Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man jumped out at this time, and then another
Zhuo Yifan.
"Eighty-five million!" Murong Fengyun said almost through gritted teeth.[
"Ninety million!" Zhuo Yifan still reported a price in pain.
"One hundred million!" the middle-aged man said without hesitation.
"..."
The whole audience was in an uproar. I didn’t expect that this tiara would be fetched such a high price! Is its value really that high? In fact, everyone knew about this tiara. The reason why they were interested in it was:
One is because it has exquisite craftsmanship and is made of gold, and the other is because it is something that Long Xiangtian took out. But no one would be stupid enough to use 100 million to buy a product with a base price of 10 million and a value
Unknown items!
"Who is that middle-aged man?" Zhuo Yifan frowned and asked Song Zihan beside him.
"I don't know! I have never seen such a number one person in the capital!" Song Zihan shook his head in confusion.
"One hundred and eleven million!" Zhuo Yifan gritted his teeth and reported the number.
Murong Fengyun looked at the middle-aged man and Zhuo Yifan, and all he could do was blow his beard and stare! He didn't make another bid, and he was obviously planning to give up! The appearance of the middle-aged man and Zhuo Yifan chasing after each other made Murong Fengyun
He decisively chose to give up. He wanted to see how much Zhuo Yifan, a man with two hundred and fifty, and that middle-aged man were going to charge for this crown!
"One hundred and thirty million!" The middle-aged man added not ten million to ten million this time, but two million.
Is this man out of his mind? Everyone couldn't help but be stunned. Zhuo Yifan also looked at Zhuo Wenhui with some hesitation.
"Continue!" Zhuo Wenhui's face was surprisingly calm, as if he didn't even notice the small amount of money. But Zhuo Yifan felt very hurt when he saw it!
"One hundred and fifty million!" Zhuo Yifan simply shouted this time following the middle-aged man's 20 million increase.
The whole place was in an uproar again. Something with a base price of 10 million was sold to 150 million. What is the concept? Are these two people crazy? Or is that thing really a treasure? Everyone's eyes were filled with doubts, and at the same time
He also looked at the crown that was already worth 150 million with a burning passion.
"One hundred and eighty million!" The middle-aged man seemed to be playing a game with Zhuo Yifan, and what he reported was just a set of numbers in his opinion.
Zhuo Yifan's temper suddenly rose! Is this man obviously playing tricks on himself? He actually got an increase of 30 million in one breath. His family runs a bank? Or is he from one of the four major families? Zhuo Yifan suddenly felt something in his heart,
Looking at Zhuo Wenhui, he said softly: "Is he from the four major families? Or, he is from the Long family!"
Zhuo Wenhui did not speak, but continued to stare at the stage and shook her head, indicating that she did not know.
