Heart attack

Chapter 447 Unworthy

"Three thousand and five million, is there anyone else?" The host's passionate voice echoed throughout the venue.

"Three thousand and five million, are you crazy?" A female voice came out, holding the man's hand, "Is a phoenix hairpin worth this price?"

"It's really not worth it. This phoenix hairpin is just a post-modern artist's appearance, and 20 million is almost the same."

"Yeah, the appearance is good, but it's not worth 30 million."

"Mr. Sheng is spending a lot of money for beautiful women?"

"40 million." Suddenly a male voice sounded, and the audience focused.

The feast is there, and the cards in his hand are slightly raised.

40 million, just for this phoenix hairpin, it's hard to say whether it's worth it or not.

No one in the room dared to raise the price any more, the host dropped the hammer almost without hesitation upon seeing this.

What I thought was a certainty, was chased online the next second.

"Four thousand and six million."

The whole audience was shocked again, trembling with fear.

Familiar voice, familiar tone, almost no one does not know who is speaking.

Looking slowly, as expected, Fu Liwan was holding a card and smiling slyly.

He also turned in a special direction, and when he looked at the feast, he was full of provocation.

Ling Xiao sighed: "I'm not provoking trouble, no one can stand it, you really aren't a man if you don't get on."

The host made a second beep, but saw Sheng Yan slowly raise the sign.

"..."

Big guys fight, mortals avoid.

No one dared to raise the price anymore, fearing that the two big bosses would suddenly plot against him, they didn't dare to raise the sign, and watched the end of this struggle.

Shengyan held up the cards, and Fu Liwan followed the cards. Every move fell into people's hearts, trembling with fear.

"60 million once."

The banquet held up a placard, and the host swallowed: "Six thousand and five million, six thousand and five million once."

"70 million." Facing Fu Liwan's sign, the host wanted to give him the things directly.

In desperation, Sheng Yan gently raised his hand again, and the host silently continued with the next words.

In a round of rotation, Fu Liwan continued to add cards, and it seemed that he would not stop until he got the Fengchai this time, and he was bound to compare the feast.

"You two have an appointment? Do you really want 80 million to get a phoenix hairpin?" Ling Xiao was shocked and didn't understand.

Sheng Yan hummed, "Not really, but he likes it, so let him do it."

"You want to drive up the price of the hairpin?" Ling Xiao smiled, "Aren't you afraid that the other party thinks the same?"

"Really?" Sheng Yan turned to look at him, "He won't, as long as I follow, he will definitely follow."

"Why are you so sure?" Fu Liwan immediately raised the placard following the feast.

Like a silent tacit understanding, as always, ordinary and indifferent.

"He can compare to me, but he is a prodigal." Sheng Yan was blunt, which made Ling Xiao laugh.

By the time he finished laughing, the price had already risen to 90 million.

This is not a small amount, and no one is willing to spend 90 million to buy a phoenix hairpin.

"90 million once." The host looked at the feast, "90 million twice... 90 million three times!"

Before the banquet had even raised its hand, the host finally knocked for the third time, "Congratulations to Mr. Fu for winning this gilt phoenix hairpin."

Sheng Yan raised his lips and revealed a smile, "Let's go."

"now?"

Ling Xiao hasn't had enough fun yet, and he still can't believe it when he said this, "Let's go now, why don't you look at the next thing? There are also some jewelry in the back, which is good."

"Not good enough."

Domineering, even people can not refute.

"Proud enough, who do you look down on?" Ling Xiao had a mean mouth, but the feast didn't care.

On the contrary, he chuckled lightly and said, "This phoenix hairpin is not an imitation of post-modern technology, it is the same set as the jade rose costume that was once circulated in the market."

"What do you mean?"

Ling Xiao thought of that jade outfit, which was a private collection handed down from ancient times.

(End of this chapter)