The old man on the stage also felt that things were getting out of hand.
So, he looked at Yang Feifei very responsibly and said, "Three billion seven hundred ten million, first call!"
"Three billion seven hundred ten million, second call!"
He almost didn't pause between these two sentences.
It seemed he already knew the decision was final and unchangeable.
"Bang!"
"Sold!" he shouted with a slightly bitter tone.
One must know, just by adding ten million, he lost several hundred million in an instant.
Several hundred million!
So much money!
The price of several auctioned items didn't even add up to that much.
Although, excluding costs and the discount given to Yang Feifei, he still made nearly three billion.
But he was still very frustrated.
It hurt!
It was like a knife scraping away.
"Alright, these three items belong to this gentleman now!" he said, pointing at Yang Feifei.
Immediately, someone carrying the three items walked over to Yang Feifei.
