Chapter 512: The Wind Stirs Up Another Storm (9)
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The ice was lifted, the scene warmed up, and the old man in dark purple robe and the others were so angry that their beards trembled, and they glared fiercely at the No. 2 VIP room.
This king and eight lambs came to rob them again, robbed it, even if they were bankrupt this time, they would never let go of the best Roselle.
"Ten million!" The purple-robed old man was so angry that he held the sign in his hand high, shouted a price, and directly raised the gold coin by two million.
The loud voice, the majesty of the momentum, shook the field three times, and the moment he finished shouting, the old man's heart also trembled weakly, and the pain in his heart was there.
"Twelve million!" Compared with the heroism and financial resources, the No. 2 VIP room was the best, without the slightest compromise, and a fluttering voice instantly disintegrated the momentum created by the old man in the purple robe.
This series of price increases entertained the audience.
The purple-robed old man glared, and his heart was full of resentment: "One thousand two hundred and one thousand." ”
Everyone sneered, it was obvious that the old man in the purple robe was already overstretched, and he was afraid that if he came again, he would be completely gone.
"Who the hell is in this VIP room two?"
"Haha, people with deep pockets, don't you know, this popularity has been auctioned for tens of millions of dollars several times in a row, calm, calm."
"I see, after this time, Fengxing's position is solid, and other auction houses can't compare to it at all."
"That's, don't you look at what kind of best Fengxing has taken out one after another, where can ordinary auction houses have such a big deal?"
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Feng Lao smiled and listened to the comments outside the court, Fengxing's status has long been stabilized, but this time it is more solid and unshakable.
"Congratulations to the old man!" Murong Su hooked his lips and smiled, and joked at Feng Lao.
"You girl, don't make fun of the old man, and in the future, this popularity will depend on you to come up with more good things." Feng Lao glared at Murong Su fiercely, his silver-gray pupils were full of pampering and joy, and he liked this little girl more and more.
"Hehe, then we will be happy and happy, and the popularity will be stable, so that the girl can make more money."
This sentence made the wind laugh a lot, if it wasn't for the sound in the room, I was afraid that people outside the venue would hear it.
"Fifteen million!" After the purple-robed old man shouted out 12010000, the No. 2 VIP room once again smashed a sky-high price.
Rumble!
Everyone was shocked, the audience was excited, and all kinds of praise and envy surged up like a tide.
Rich people, rich people, rich people, rich people, throwing tens of millions of gold......
All kinds of envy and jealousy, more are conquered by the talent of the No. 2 VIP room, the cow, the cow is not ordinary.
The rich man in the No. 2 VIP room is a model for the rich, where is he grinding and chirping like an old man in a purple robe, reluctant to let the child catch the wolf, wanting Luo Shendan but unwilling to pay a high price, waiting to cry when you are gone.
The purple-robed old man was shocked, his body was weak, and he was completely defeated, his silver-gray pupils were dead gray, one blow was not enough, and a second blow came.
There was a sigh in the VIP area, they really wanted the Roselle pill, but unfortunately, poor, they were too poor, compared with the No. 2 VIP room, they were instantly weak.
In the future, they will no longer boast that their family is rich, poor, they are poor, really poor.
"Ahem, fifteen million gold coins, and no one is bidding, fifteen million once, fifteen million twice, fifteen million three times, deal!" The woman in red's hammer smashed loudly on the table, shaking into everyone's hearts.
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