"Sixty million."

Weisheng Chuchu couldn't help it anymore and said loudly.

"Hey, look here, 80 million."

The fat old man actually leaned up half of his body and raised his right hand high, immediately attracting everyone's attention.

"Aren't you staying at the hotel to eat lobster?" Niu Xiaotian couldn't help but turn around and ask.

"Haha, I'll help you raise prices!"

The fat old man spread his hands and had no intention of buying it.

"I will add another 100 million, 180 million."

A man in a suit in his early fifties in front slowly raised his hand and gave an astonishing price.

Niu Xiaotian remembers him, Puyang Hai, chairman of Haixin Technology, a large technology conglomerate specializing in the production of mobile phone chips.
Chapter completed!