Chapter 555
a hundred million.
When everyone was still in a state of amazement, a familiar old voice sounded again on the stone steps above.
As soon as the host put down the flannelette and looked up, he suddenly clicked in his heart, "now the old man took the lead in offering a high price of 100 million. Do you know anyone else wants to bid on the spot?"
The starting price is 100 million... Everyone looks at the old man's position and knows that today's last gambler is determined to win.
"110 million."
"Two hundred million."
Some people did not give up trying, and immediately encountered a counter pressure of 200 million. The old man, who couldn't bid for a commodity in the whole game, had a lot of savings. At this time, he opened his fire and killed everyone's desire to compete in an instant.
"Well, the old gentleman offered 200 million. Is there a higher price than this?" the host's eyes crossed the stone steps, deliberately ignored the position in the first row near the front, and spoke faster than usual. "Since no one offered, 200 million once, 200 million twice..."
The pricing hammer in his hand has been stained with sweat. This is the auction that the host is most nervous and looking forward to ending so far. When he was bidding, the light from the corner of his eye could not help floating towards the first row. Fortunately, there seemed to be no action this time, which relieved him.
But when he raised the hammer in his hand and was about to make a final sound after shouting out the third pricing, he suddenly saw the boy in black windbreaker standing up in his wandering sight.
His voice suddenly choked in his throat and almost suffocated in his chest.
The young man stood tall, and his thin shoulders seemed to fall when the wind blew. At this time, standing on the stone steps, there was a strong aura that could not be ignored. "Did you sell heads at auction and force others to sell them?"
Buy and sell.
Smell speech, no matter on the stage or on the stone steps, it was quiet, because under the bright light, everyone could see that the hot beauty in the last cage was wounded, and the bound wrist was also torn because of excessive struggle. It was obviously forced.
However, "Oh, children, we only need to buy and they are responsible for selling. What does it matter whether these goods are willing or not? Do you have to ask the wishes of the dog when you go to the pet store to buy a dog?" the old man smiled darkly with a crutch. When the whole audience avoided this topic, only he dared to tell the real inside story.
People are like livestock. Livestock are not qualified to have the right to choose.
The young man's eyes darkened. He looked at the beautiful woman in the iron cage who was looking over here. It seemed that she was blocked to speechless and sat back in the chair.
"Hehe, children, do you still play your Savior game?" the old man's laughter was very low, revealing a bit of harsh sharpness.
Almost everyone was secretly estimating the bottom line of the youth all the way through the auction. After that 500 million yuan, the question just now looked more like an unyielding child losing his temper and exposing his essence of running out of oil and light.
She has no money. After they had this tacit understanding, they felt that they were superior for a moment and regarded the youth as a joke.
Savior? Don't be kidding. Jesus hasn't risen. Where is the Savior.
But at the next moment, in the sight of ridicule or fooling, the boy picked his fingertips and a familiar number card was raised again.
"Five hundred million."
The three light words fell on the venue with the strength of thunder, making a heavy muffled sound.
Click, click, all of them turned their heads and looked in the same direction in an instant. The speed was too fast, and their necks made a crisp noise. Then they were stunned and climbed up their faces.
The old man fell down the number plate with a slap, directly patted the table and stood up. His eyes stared at the boy's position coldly. His old voice was lowered to the limit, "six hundred million."
Even aristocrats and billionaires can't keep up with this pace.
The discerning people also saw that the last one was that the old man wanted to fight with each other.
"Seven hundred million." the little calm voice of the young man sounded faintly. Compared with the old man's anger and the shock of all people's hearts, the seven hundred million said from her mouth was as easy and calm as seven yuan.
Where the hell is this monster.
The host swallowed back and forth, watching the old man standing in place keep silent, and the sweat on his forehead kept flowing, "if the old man is not ready to continue bidding, I..."
"800 million..." before he finished asking, the old man had squeezed out his voice again from his teeth.
The capital of 800 million yuan is the sum of dozens of auctions, which is far beyond the initial estimate.
However, the number plate in the first row was raised.
"Nine." the boy seemed so lazy that he didn't want to speak completely. He leaned back in his chair and looked like a dandy.
But no one dared to belittle her at the scene. On the contrary, with the continuous accumulation of numbers, an unknown fear gradually rose in everyone's heart.
Although all the people present have tens of billions of wealth, they can't casually take out more than a dozen billions to play the auction. Such a mysterious young man is far more generous than they can compare, which means that he has a huge consortium behind him.
In Macao, a third of an acre of land, the impact of the change at the top of the pyramid on them is sometimes close to destruction.
"Ten..." the old man wanted to raise the sign with his last breath, but he was stopped by the financial adviser behind him.
"Sir, we have exceeded our budget too much. If we continue to bid, we will not be able to draw funds." the consultant was sweating in his head after the whole game.
But this instant disappointment is the most unpleasant.
"Go away!" the old man raised his crutch angrily and slammed it on the young consultant. He was so strong that he knocked people to the ground at once. He sat down on the chair panting and holding a crutch and didn't stand up again. After all, he was awakened by the sound and didn't raise a sign again. He just stared at the boy with a pair of eyes that wanted to pierce people's anger.
"That..." the host opened his mouth. The excessive amount of money made him forget to speak face-to-face. He just stood in front of the stage in a hoarse voice, "900 million once, 900 million twice, 900 million three times, deal. Congratulations to the young gentleman."
With a thud, the wooden mallet fell, officially ending the curtain for the auction.
Many people are still confused and can't react. They don't seem to believe that they deserve to run in the whole game. They didn't even win a head.
Until the boy in the black windbreaker got up.
When everyone was still in a state of amazement, a familiar old voice sounded again on the stone steps above.
As soon as the host put down the flannelette and looked up, he suddenly clicked in his heart, "now the old man took the lead in offering a high price of 100 million. Do you know anyone else wants to bid on the spot?"
The starting price is 100 million... Everyone looks at the old man's position and knows that today's last gambler is determined to win.
"110 million."
"Two hundred million."
Some people did not give up trying, and immediately encountered a counter pressure of 200 million. The old man, who couldn't bid for a commodity in the whole game, had a lot of savings. At this time, he opened his fire and killed everyone's desire to compete in an instant.
"Well, the old gentleman offered 200 million. Is there a higher price than this?" the host's eyes crossed the stone steps, deliberately ignored the position in the first row near the front, and spoke faster than usual. "Since no one offered, 200 million once, 200 million twice..."
The pricing hammer in his hand has been stained with sweat. This is the auction that the host is most nervous and looking forward to ending so far. When he was bidding, the light from the corner of his eye could not help floating towards the first row. Fortunately, there seemed to be no action this time, which relieved him.
But when he raised the hammer in his hand and was about to make a final sound after shouting out the third pricing, he suddenly saw the boy in black windbreaker standing up in his wandering sight.
His voice suddenly choked in his throat and almost suffocated in his chest.
The young man stood tall, and his thin shoulders seemed to fall when the wind blew. At this time, standing on the stone steps, there was a strong aura that could not be ignored. "Did you sell heads at auction and force others to sell them?"
Buy and sell.
Smell speech, no matter on the stage or on the stone steps, it was quiet, because under the bright light, everyone could see that the hot beauty in the last cage was wounded, and the bound wrist was also torn because of excessive struggle. It was obviously forced.
However, "Oh, children, we only need to buy and they are responsible for selling. What does it matter whether these goods are willing or not? Do you have to ask the wishes of the dog when you go to the pet store to buy a dog?" the old man smiled darkly with a crutch. When the whole audience avoided this topic, only he dared to tell the real inside story.
People are like livestock. Livestock are not qualified to have the right to choose.
The young man's eyes darkened. He looked at the beautiful woman in the iron cage who was looking over here. It seemed that she was blocked to speechless and sat back in the chair.
"Hehe, children, do you still play your Savior game?" the old man's laughter was very low, revealing a bit of harsh sharpness.
Almost everyone was secretly estimating the bottom line of the youth all the way through the auction. After that 500 million yuan, the question just now looked more like an unyielding child losing his temper and exposing his essence of running out of oil and light.
She has no money. After they had this tacit understanding, they felt that they were superior for a moment and regarded the youth as a joke.
Savior? Don't be kidding. Jesus hasn't risen. Where is the Savior.
But at the next moment, in the sight of ridicule or fooling, the boy picked his fingertips and a familiar number card was raised again.
"Five hundred million."
The three light words fell on the venue with the strength of thunder, making a heavy muffled sound.
Click, click, all of them turned their heads and looked in the same direction in an instant. The speed was too fast, and their necks made a crisp noise. Then they were stunned and climbed up their faces.
The old man fell down the number plate with a slap, directly patted the table and stood up. His eyes stared at the boy's position coldly. His old voice was lowered to the limit, "six hundred million."
Even aristocrats and billionaires can't keep up with this pace.
The discerning people also saw that the last one was that the old man wanted to fight with each other.
"Seven hundred million." the little calm voice of the young man sounded faintly. Compared with the old man's anger and the shock of all people's hearts, the seven hundred million said from her mouth was as easy and calm as seven yuan.
Where the hell is this monster.
The host swallowed back and forth, watching the old man standing in place keep silent, and the sweat on his forehead kept flowing, "if the old man is not ready to continue bidding, I..."
"800 million..." before he finished asking, the old man had squeezed out his voice again from his teeth.
The capital of 800 million yuan is the sum of dozens of auctions, which is far beyond the initial estimate.
However, the number plate in the first row was raised.
"Nine." the boy seemed so lazy that he didn't want to speak completely. He leaned back in his chair and looked like a dandy.
But no one dared to belittle her at the scene. On the contrary, with the continuous accumulation of numbers, an unknown fear gradually rose in everyone's heart.
Although all the people present have tens of billions of wealth, they can't casually take out more than a dozen billions to play the auction. Such a mysterious young man is far more generous than they can compare, which means that he has a huge consortium behind him.
In Macao, a third of an acre of land, the impact of the change at the top of the pyramid on them is sometimes close to destruction.
"Ten..." the old man wanted to raise the sign with his last breath, but he was stopped by the financial adviser behind him.
"Sir, we have exceeded our budget too much. If we continue to bid, we will not be able to draw funds." the consultant was sweating in his head after the whole game.
But this instant disappointment is the most unpleasant.
"Go away!" the old man raised his crutch angrily and slammed it on the young consultant. He was so strong that he knocked people to the ground at once. He sat down on the chair panting and holding a crutch and didn't stand up again. After all, he was awakened by the sound and didn't raise a sign again. He just stared at the boy with a pair of eyes that wanted to pierce people's anger.
"That..." the host opened his mouth. The excessive amount of money made him forget to speak face-to-face. He just stood in front of the stage in a hoarse voice, "900 million once, 900 million twice, 900 million three times, deal. Congratulations to the young gentleman."
With a thud, the wooden mallet fell, officially ending the curtain for the auction.
Many people are still confused and can't react. They don't seem to believe that they deserve to run in the whole game. They didn't even win a head.
Until the boy in the black windbreaker got up.
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