A bunch of wastrels.
Sitting amidst the crowd, Xiao Tianyu silently mocked, spending too little would be a loss of status, if not wastrels, then what?
"Fifty-five million!" The bidding for the cosmetics was still ongoing.
"Sixty million!"
"Sixty-three million!"
"..."
The frighteningly high prices continued, but then Qiu Feng sarcastically remarked, "At this rate of bidding, it's really fucking slow!"
Whoosh whoosh whoosh~
Once these words were spoken, they drew many strange glances. Was Qiu, the great wastrel, going to make a move? If he did, many would probably drop out of the bidding, but what could be done, his dad had money.
Sure enough, in the next second, Qiu Feng raised his paddle and said indifferently, "One hundred million!"
With those words, most eyes in the entire hall turned to Qiu Feng, and he seemed to thoroughly enjoy the moment of being the center of attention, perfectly showcasing his status.
Smack~
