Tao Xiaotian's fists were tight, and he looked at Tang Ruoxue again, preparing to give his face to borrow money from all the guests.

He believed that with his face and Dow's background, everyone would help him.

"Hahaha, the king is successful and the enemy is defeated? Song Wansan, you haven't won yet!"

Tang Ruoxue laughed loudly: "You have done everything, we are not as good as you."

"It's a pity that man's calculations are not as good as God's calculations. You will eventually fail."

"The trillion yuan of Emperor Hao Bank is invalid, but there is still the trillion yuan of Mrs. Tang."

Tang Ruoxue threw the 100 billion yuan fund certificate collected by Chen Yuanyuan to Tao Xiaotian and shouted:

"President Tao, take down the Golden Island!"

After saying that, she turned around angrily and left with more than a dozen agents.

Tao Xiaotian was stunned, then was overjoyed and threw it to the organizer for verification of capital.

He also roared: "Golden Island, Tao Xiaotian, 810 billion."

The organizer followed suit and said, "Mrs. Tang is 100 billion, effective!"

“What? Effective?”

Song Wansan shook his body when he heard this, and then his head shook, as if he was about to faint. He grabbed the chair tightly before he did not fall down.

But he seemed to have been aged ten years old, and his eyes were unprecedentedly dull.

In the eyes of many people, he was hit hard.

Bao Qianyun was about to come forward to check, but Ye Fan reached out and grabbed her.

"The first time is 810 billion, the second time is 810 billion!"

The host was very excited and raised the hammer high: "Is anyone who raises the price? Should Mr. Song bid?"

Song Wansan did not react at all, as if a piece of wood was poking in place.

Tao Xiaotian laughed loudly: "Don't call him, he has no money, no money."

The host shouted regretfully: "The first time is 810 billion, the second time is 810 billion."

"The third time is 810 billion."

"Bang--"

The host dropped the wooden hammer and yelled: "President Tao, win the Golden Island, the property rights have been 50 years, congratulations!"

Tao Tongdao and his group were immediately roaring with joy, and their voices were so loud that they almost overturned the roof.

Tao Xiaotian also waved his fists repeatedly: "I won, I won!"

"ah--"

At this moment, Song Wansan's body trembled and he squirted into the sky.

flutter!

A stream of blood spurted out.

Song Wansan fell straight to the ground, unable to say anything sad and helpless.

"Mr. Song, Mr. Song!"

"Grandpa, grandpa!"

When the members of the Song clan roared and hugged Song Wansan, Ye Fan also rushed over from the seat.
Chapter completed!