Ling Zikai turned his attention to Zhao Qiang.

At this moment, these developers from Baishan City are gathering around and discussing something in a low voice.

Their eyes were all focused on Zhao Qiang.

In Zhao Qiang's hand, he was holding a stack of bids.

Zhao Qiang shook the bids in his hand and said, "This time, we have applied for a total of seven places, let's talk about it, how to fill it in?"

A developer said: "Brother Qiang, this bidding method is almost like a child playing at home for us, how can it be so difficult, just take the old way!"

"This time our opponent is different from the past, both in terms of financial resources and background are much stronger than us, and now that Zhou Yunshan has been kicked out again, the originally planned dark box operations can no longer be counted on, and we can only bid in an open and honest way, everyone is better to be cautious!"

"Brother Qiang, I have already inquired clearly, He Wandong and they just applied for a bidding place this time, even if they have a lot of money and what is terrible, even if they are blind, we have a chance to stop him from winning the bid seven times. ”

Zhao Qiang asked: "According to your estimates, what position will He Wandong's bid base probably be set in?"

"The person surnamed He seems to be very concerned about the place of Yunhai, and there is also the kid surnamed Ling, it is estimated that they are bound to win this bid. Now the reserve price given by Yunhai Town is 80 million, and this price was proposed to Zhou Yunshan by ourselves. Everyone knows how much water is in this. According to the estimation of the value of these forest farms in Yunhai Town, it will at least double. I think we just set our minimum price at 150 million, what do you think?"

After Zhao Qiang pondered for a while, he shook his head and said: "This price is a bit low, with He Wandong's worth, he won't take one or two hundred million to heart at all." Have you forgotten that at the beginning, just to get the forest farm of the kid surnamed Ling, he directly opened 600 million chips, what do you think his low price will be?"

The other people frowned when they heard this, they all knew that He Wandong did offer 600 million shares worth 600 million to Ling Zikai that day, if it was calculated at that price, the area of these forest farms in the entire Yunhai Town would be five times more than the forest farm contracted by Ling Zikai, what kind of height would its value reach?

Someone couldn't help but scolded: "Damn, if you follow Brother Qiang's calculation, will He Wandong raise the price to three billion? If that's the case, let's still compete for a fart, even if we add up all the net worth of our people, it's not worth so much money! Even if the forest farm in Yunhai Town is buried with a gold mine, it's not worth it for us to bet all our net worth!"

Everyone else also felt the same way, and there was some unspeakable grievance in their hearts.

To say that with their current worth, they are all more than 100 million yuan, and they are also the top layer in Baishan City, and they are usually full of superiority in the face of those ordinary people. But now compared with a world-class rich man like He Wandong, I found that in front of him, I was not a scumbag!

Seeing that everyone's mood was a little low, Zhao Qiang said: "Okay, everyone should also be arrogant." Now it seems that there are many rich people in society, but when you open your pockets, how many people are really rich? Even if He Wandong is rich, it does not fall from the sky, and it is impossible to smash it all on the pit of the sea of clouds. I think so, let's not care about how big the bid will be, let's estimate how much money you can put into the sea of clouds, and then make a decision. ”

Everyone fell silent when they heard this, and then someone began to report the amount of their contribution. This is 50 million, that is 80 million, the least is only 15 million, and the most is Zhao Qiang, who said that he can come up with 100 million, and seven or eight people together only make up 500 million.

After getting this total, Zhao Qiang gritted his teeth and said: "This time, let's fight for the fuck, as long as we get the contracting right of the forest farm, the future funds can be solved by bank loans." Let's set the minimum bid at 200 million, and then increase the price by 50 million, and the maximum is 550 million. When the bid was opened, we still adopted the old method, winning the bid at the lowest price, and the highest bid was capped at 500 million. What do you think?"

After seeing that everyone had no objections, Zhao Qiang asked everyone to start filling in the bids.

Seeing that Zhao Qiang and the others had already begun to fill out the bidding documents, Ling Zikai's goal had been achieved, so he turned his consciousness to the other bidders at the venue.

At this time, everyone else has begun to fill out the bidding documents one after another.

Ling Zikai didn't dare to be careless, and his consciousness was tightly fixed on each bidder, and he didn't leave until he saw the bottom of the bid they filled in clearly.

As time went by, Ling Zikai found that in the scene, in addition to Zhao Qiang and their tandem bidding, several groups of people also had this ghost idea.

However, after reading the bottom of the bid they filled in the bidding document, Ling Zikai was relieved.

Although these people also want to bid, they are obviously not of the same grade as Zhao Qiang, so it can be said that they came here to make soy sauce. The highest number of bids filled in did not exceed 200 million, and some even just stuck the bottom bid price given by the conference, filling in 80100000 or 80000000.

It seems that many of them want to try their luck at the bidding meeting and pick up a bargain.

When he saw that more and more people filled out the bids, walked onto the rostrum, and handed them over to Qiu Yan's hands, Ling Zikai's mind did not relax in the slightest, and he subconsciously felt uneasy.

This uneasiness made him frown, and he fell into deep thought, feeling as if he had overthought a very important matter.

Seeing that Ling Zikai's expression was a little uncertain, Du Juan asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with you?"

Ling Zikai shook his head, did not answer Du Juan's words, but intensified the investigation of consciousness.

He felt as if he was missing something, but he couldn't remember it for a moment. But after the consciousness swept the entire venue several times, it was still incomprehensible.

Seeing that the bidders in the venue had already filled out the bids, Ling Zikai had no choice but to give up and continue to investigate.

Now is also the time to fill out the tender yourself.

Ling Zikai began to shrink his consciousness back.

When his consciousness shrank to a square circle beside him, he happened to see He Qiujiang, who was sitting in the third row behind him, and put down the pen in his hand after filling out the bidding form.

The moment he closed the bid, Ling Zikai's consciousness swept over the bottom of the bid filled in the bid, and when he saw the long series of Arabic numerals, he felt a sense of abruptness in his heart.

When he wanted to take a closer look, he saw that He Qiujiang had already closed the bid, stood up, and walked to the rostrum with the bid.

Ling Zikai tried hard to recall the shocking scene just now in his mind, and after silently counting the units of those Arabic numerals, he couldn't help but gasp.