However, that dwarf is surely going to bid again!
Only ten million!
The old man's gaze carried anticipation as he looked over.
No, no!
He shouldn't call him a dwarf, he should be a distinguished guest.
But when he looked over, his expression changed.
Because he found that the distinguished guest's face looked ugly.
His mouth opened, but he didn't say a word.
Could it be he only has 3.7 billion?
Then why did he start at 3.7 billion?
Not giving himself any leeway?
Standing on stage, the old man's heart felt like ants on a hot pan, damnably anxious.
It was as if he was about to die at any moment.
Actually, even if Yang Feifei won the bid, it would just be a loss of a few billion.
Relative to their earning tens of billions today, the proportion is very small in others' eyes.
So, what's the fuss?
Is this even necessary?
Acting like it's a matter of life and death.
Damn, it's really losing face for the host.
