Monterigo's heart was like a fire burning, and he simply hated Yang Haoran.
Damn Chinese, this price is already challenging his bottom line.
He hesitated. As a businessman, the first thing to consider is profit.
With such a high price, he was considering whether to stick with it.
On the rostrum, the host had already raised the auction hammer, his eyes shining with excitement.
"One hundred and fifty-five million, this Mr. Hua Guo offered one hundred and fifty-five million!
This has created a record for the highest auction item transaction at Dell City Auction House. Let us witness this special moment together!
One hundred and fifty-five million once, one hundred and fifty-five million twice..."
The crowd cheered, as if everyone was participating.
Monterigo's face turned red from suppressing it. Seeing that the host was about to drop the hammer, his right hand trembled and he raised the sign again.
"One hundred million!"
Monterigo's heart was bleeding, this was his bottom line.
Before the auction, he had already determined to win the Wrath of the Dragon God.
And this money is all the funds he has prepared.
If the Chinese continue to increase prices, he will have no choice but to give up.
Someone cheered and someone whistled.
"One hundred million, the record has been refreshed once again.
As expected of Mr. Monterigo, there are really not many people in Dell City who can afford this price."
"Is the show about to begin? Will the mysterious Chinese raise the price again? This auction will make a lot of money."
Dorella's expression was solemn and she frowned slightly, but when she saw Yang Haoran next to her, she had a smile on her face.
"He has reached his limit. Do you still want to bid?"
Yang Haoran laughed: "Why bid? The price is too high and not worth it to me.
My main purpose is to help you out. Isn't it very satisfying to be able to let him buy this thing at a higher price?
Also, you can rest assured that not just anyone can take this thing away.
Within three days, he will hand over the things to me and give me a sum of money."
Dorela looked surprised, what did Yang Haoran mean?
How is this possible? How could Monterigo give away 100 million yuan?
On the rostrum, the host looked increasingly excited.
"One hundred million, another record was born.
The bidder is Mr. Monterigo, whom we are familiar with and a frequent visitor to our Dell City auction house.
Is anyone still bidding?"
While speaking, the host naturally looked at Yang Haoran.
On this occasion, other than Yang Haoran, no one else could afford this price.
However, Yang Haoran had no intention of raising a sign.
Underneath that pleasant smile, it was impossible to see through Yang Haoran's true thoughts.
“If no one continues to bid, we will soon announce the ownership of Wrath of the Dragon God.
One hundred million once, one hundred million twice! One hundred million deal!"
A bang, a final word.
Yang Haoran never had the intention to raise his sign again.
As the auction hammer fell, Wrath of the Dragon God was sold for 100 million and was bought by Monterigo.
The auction house burst into thunderous applause and cheers as usual. 666 Study Network
Under the witness of everyone, the highest transaction record at Dell City Auction House appeared.
If you want to refresh this record again, I'm afraid it won't happen in a short time.
However, Brother Monteri was not happy at all. Yang Haoran's appearance made him spend tens of millions more for no reason.
This hateful Chinese is just a troublemaker.
The auction was also announced to be over. Dorela felt very disappointed that the Wrath of the Dragon God had finally fallen into the hands of others.
Yang Haoran smiled and said: "You should believe me, Brother Monteri will soon give me the Wrath of the Dragon God.
And I'm not very interested in that thing, you can buy it from me for a little less."
Dorella didn't believe Yang Haoran's nonsense at all, because there was no possibility at all.
"Oh, Chinese, I now suspect that you are here to cause trouble on purpose.
You gave up on both bids, you have no sincerity at all."
Sergey swaggered up to Yang Haoran and Dorela and said provocatively.
Yang Haoran shook his head and said seriously: "You are wrong, I am very sincere.
But the price you offered exceeded my expectations, so I had to give up the bidding.
For me, this is a helpless and sad thing, how can you have the nerve to accuse me?"
Sergey burst out laughing.
"What a hypocritical Chinese. What I despise the most is this kind of face.
To be honest, I have no interest in that shabby quilt at all, I just want to disgust you, Chinese!"
With this unabashed provocation, Dorella was worried that Yang Haoran would explode.
Because she knew very well that Yang Haoran was a kung fu master and would be very scary once he got angry.
Unexpectedly, Yang Haoran did not get angry, but kept a smiling face.
"You don't need to irritate me, because I'm not angry at all.
Also, I want to remind you that buying that quilt was the stupidest thing you could do.
In a month at most, it will bring unimaginable disaster to you and your family. If I were you, I would throw that thing far away now."
Sergey was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly, looking at Yang Haoran as if he were a fool.
"Oh, are you stupid or do you think I'm crazy?
How could I throw away such an expensive piece of textile?
Not only will I not throw it away, I will hang it in the hall of my family.
Whenever I see it, it reminds me that I have disgusted a Chinese person, which is an honor."
Yang Haoran shook his head helplessly.
"Just do as you like, then you have to ask for your blessings.
Also, don’t forget what I said. If disaster really happens, you can come to me.
As long as you pay enough, I can help you generously."
After finishing speaking, Yang Haoran stepped out.
Sergey looked disdainful and laughed so hard.
"Chinese people are indeed liars, but their deception is not clever at all.
I won’t believe his lies, does he think I’m a child?”
Sergey has made up his mind to find someone to frame the quilt now.
Then hang it in your family hall. The quilt itself may not look very good.
But what it represents is a kind of victory and a kind of humiliation to the Chinese people.
Yang Haoran and Dorela had already reached the door of the auction, and an auction staff member hurriedly caught up with them.
"Hello, Mr. Hua Guo. Our boss would like to treat you to a cup of tea. Please appreciate it."