This cocktail party itself is Mao Zuolin's home field, so he didn't say hello in advance, and anyone with a discerning eye knows that at this time, he should be honest, and a fool will bid!

But who knows, a stupid hat just popped up!

Isn't that a clear provocation?

But in public, Mao Zuolin was not good at attacking, and it was difficult to ride a tiger, so he could only grit his teeth and continue: "Twenty-one million!" ”

Let's see, how much money do you have to fight with Ben Shao?

The next moment: "Thirty million!" ”

The corners of Mao Zuolin's mouth twitched suddenly, and his face turned pale!

"Thirty-one million!"

"Forty million!"

Crash!

For a while, the atmosphere of the audience exploded.

"Thirty-eight, thirty-eight again!"

"Oh my God, who the hell is Thirty-Eight? This bid is too arrogant! ”

"Mao Shao adds a million every time, and he adds almost tens of millions!"

"Could it be that what kind of invisible boss is it?"

Mao Zuolin's green muscles were exposed, and he scolded his mother in his heart!

Is there such a bid?

The opening is millions of throws, money is not money!

No, you must not lose, otherwise it will be too embarrassing!

"Fifty million!" He shouted, attracting everyone's attention again.

"I'm Cao, Mao Shao is angry, fifty million!"

"The ring of 10 million has soared directly to 50 million!"

"Oh my God, if I keep adding more, it's unimaginable......"

Everyone present was shocked and excited.

Such a wonderful drama stimulates their senses!

The host, as a person in the auction law, was excited when he saw the dream ring being auctioned at such a high price: "Mao Shao's bid is 50 million, 50 million, is there anything to increase the price?" ”

No one responded!

"Fifty million once, fifty million twice......"

Mao Zuolin secretly breathed a sigh of relief, hum, fight with Ben Shao, turn off the fire, right?

Just when the host was about to make a final decision, a sign was raised again, word by word: "Eight thousand, ten thousand!" ”

Wow!

The shocking numbers completely ignited the audience, and the screams were deafening.

"Eighty million, eighty million!"

"Old Swan, so much money, it's good to give me a little bit!"

"Thirty-eight, still thirty-eight!"

Before Mao Zuolin could get complacent, he almost jumped up from the chair.

80 million, sky-high price!

The ring of 10 million has multiplied eightfold, and when you are full, you can throw money to fight against Ben Shao?

Mao Zuolin really can't figure it out, who is No. 38?

It's so rich!

It stands to reason that this is his home turf, and there shouldn't be such a character!

If you know, you should have done your job in advance!

The facts are in front of him, and there is no way to save it, Mao Zuolin can only desperately glance at the host on the stage and let him find a way to suppress it.

But the host will be wrong, at this time his heart is beating wildly, his eyes are full of money, thinking that Mao Shao still wants to play big, so that he can liven up the atmosphere, so he shouted emotionally: "Eighty million on the thirty-eighth, eighty million, but, will this be the end?" Definitely not! Believe it or not, I don't believe it anyway! Mao Shao, are you right? ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone's focus was on Mao Zuolin, waiting for him to speak.

Mao Zuolin was petrified on the spot, his facial muscles twitched fiercely, and he couldn't wait to go up and kick the host away!

Didn't you see Lao Tzu give you a look?

What are you babbling about?

I'm really afraid of both god-like teammates and pig-like opponents!

Mao Zuolin's heart to vomit blood is gone!

Eighty million is nothing for Zhenhe Group!

But for him, it's a lot of money!

Because he has not yet taken over the company, the finances are all in charge of his father, and the private money in his pocket is at the top of 50 or 60 million, where can he get more?

If you embezzle the company's funds without authorization and let my dad know, you have to break his legs!

He didn't dare!

Even if he was annoyed and reluctant in his heart, he could only barely squeeze out a smile: "I really didn't expect that the attraction of this dream ring is so powerful!" Since Mr. Thirty-Eight likes it so much, I won't fight! Of course, it's not that I can't afford to bid, it's that a gentleman doesn't take advantage of others! ”

The host was stunned, reacted quickly, and said: "Mao Shao is really personable and self-sacrificing!" In that case, this is the end of the auction! The Dream Ring, by Mr. Thirty-Eight, was auctioned for 80 million! ”

A word settled!

The Dream Ring, from the original Mao Zuolin, has become the bag of No. 38!

Although the words are good, but I can't see which one, Mao Zuolin is admitting defeat!

Immediately, there was a lot of discussion: "I didn't expect that Mao Shao would admit it!" ”

"I thought he would take this ring and confess to Xu Chuyin!"

"Hehe, don't look at Mao Shao is the young owner of Zhenhe Group, so he has a reputation, but he actually doesn't have any money!"

"Xu Chuyin is probably disappointed, such a shameful thing!"

"Whatever, let's pay more attention to No. 38, so arrogant, the origin must be less powerful than Mao, let's find an opportunity later, go up and toast a ......"

Mao Zuolin's face was extremely gloomy, but he didn't forget to explain to Xu Chuyin: "Hatsune, don't get me wrong, it's not that I can't afford to buy the Dream Ring, but I want to give you a better gift!" ”

"It's okay, it's useless!" Xu Chuyin couldn't wait, secretly relieved, and at the same time curious, what kind of character is No. 38?

"Trouble host, bring the ring for me!" At this moment, the man in the No. 38 suit, who had not been smiling, raised his voice.

"Okay!" The host stumbled and brought the ring to Thirty-Eight.

Number Thirty-Eight reached out and took it, and instead of taking the ring, he got up and walked in one direction.

"I'm Cao, what are you going to do on the thirty-eighth?"

"Isn't it, he also likes Xu Chuyin, so he wants to confess, right?"

"No, he's going in the opposite direction!"

"Oh my God, who the hell is he going to give the ring to?"

At this moment, I'm afraid no one's attention is not on the thirty-eighth.

It was as if they were completely attracted to Number Thirty-Eight, and their eyes followed him.

Passing through the room, they finally stopped at the table at the end of the door.

"Mr. Chen, your ring!"

Seeing the cold and handsome number 38 who was like a male god before, groveling, respectfully handed the ring to a guy with a mouth full of oil.

This scene made the audience's eyes freeze and be silent!

Everyone seemed to be ossified, and they became statues, dumbfounded!