Similar to Yang Xueming, Jing Tian was disappointed when she saw that Ning Yi no longer "increasing prices for herself". Sure enough, is money more important in his heart?

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"Two million million! Is there anyone else who wants to continue to increase the price?"

The auctioneer stood on the auction table and began to ask.

"What should I do if I spent 201 million to buy a pair of antique vases?"

Listening to the auctioneer's price again, Yang Xueming's previous calm had long disappeared, and a lot of sweat oozed out of his forehead.

This is a total of 200 million!

Yang Xueming seemed to have seen his father shook his head in disappointment, and then turned around and handed over the Yang family's business to his brothers.

"Boy, it's all you, you're all you're the one who hurts!"

Yang Xueming almost threw all his anger on Ning Yi, "If it weren't for you, how could we spend 200 million to buy a pair of bad bottles!"

Not only did he not reflect on the fact that all this was because he took the initiative to provoke Ning Yi, but instead blamed Ning Yi for everything.

"The first time for 201 million! Is there anyone who wants to continue to raise the price?"

The auctioneer asked for the first time.

Yang Xueming no longer cared about resentment from Ning Yi. His eyes began to wander around, hoping that someone would suddenly raise a sign. Unfortunately, everyone turned a blind eye to Yang Xueming's eyes.

"For the second time of 201 million, isn't anyone going to continue to raise the price?"

The auctioneer asked for the second time.

"Please, I'll raise the price for me. I don't want this bad bottle. Come on, I'll raise the price for me?"

Seeing that the people in the venue were still extremely quiet, Yang Xueming's shirt on his back was wet with cold sweat, and his face turned pale and looked at others with expectant eyes, hoping that someone would take his own plate.

"The third time of 201 million, are you sure no one wants to continue to increase the price? OK, I will announce it below..."

After hearing the auctioneer's third inquiry, no one raised the price, Yang Xueming's eyes almost dissipated, and he was already desperate. He began to secretly hate why he suddenly became obsessed with the wickedness and insisted on provoking Ning Yi.

However……

Just when Yang Xueming was completely disheartened and the auctioneer immediately dropped the hammer for the third time, someone suddenly said, "I'll increase the price, 10 million!"

"Who, who?"

Hearing this sound, Yang Xueming's eyes burst out with a ray of light, as if a drowning person suddenly grabbed a branch.
Chapter completed!