The person who shouted out 800 million was Liu Zhuowen.

His previous loss to Lin Dong was not because he couldn't come up with more than 1.5 billion yuan.

The reason is that he didn't want to waste the money he spent bidding for No. 66 on a private jet.

66 Deep Water Bay Road is his real target tonight.

The Hu family wields enormous influence in Hong Kong and even in Asia's financial circles.

Over the past decade, the Hu family has made a fortune in the primary and secondary markets by shorting stock index futures and buying low and selling high.

Hu Dashao's Zhuoyue Fund, established just three years ago, has already achieved an industry miracle of 3 billion yuan in annual profit.

Even so, the Hu family was still considered a second-rate family in Hong Kong's high society.

Not to mention squeezing into the elite circle of Hong Kong's wealthiest people.

Therefore, the Hu family was wealthy, but not well-known.

This has become a major worry for the Hu family, especially for Hu Dashao.

For this reason, Hu Zhuowen was willing to give up his beloved dream of flying blue skies and take a gamble to see if he could bring Villa No. 66 into his possession.

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"Young Master Hu at table number 12 has bid 800 million. He's certainly young and ambitious. Is there anyone else bidding?"

Allen became more and more excited as he spoke, and out of the corner of his eye, he inadvertently glanced at Lin Dong at table number 1.

Lin Dong leisurely sipped his champagne, seemingly indifferent to the item being auctioned.

"1 billion!"

A slightly hoarse male voice rang out.

Allen quickly looked over, then excitedly shouted:

"Mr. Chen Yao from table number 6 has bid 1 billion!"

At the very beginning, three people participated in the auction.

Moreover, each of them has a remarkable identity and background.

This final round of charity auctions is getting more and more exciting.

"Old Bao, didn't you also want to bid for number 66? Why aren't you saying anything?"

Table 1, the reserved seat for top VIPs, is bustling with activity again.

"Old Shao, what's the rush? Let the younger generation compete for a while. I'm just afraid that if I, Old Bao, make a move, everyone else will back down, and that wouldn't be fun, hahaha..."

"You're already in your fifties or sixties, and you're still so cunning? Don't be too confident. With one person around, you're in serious trouble this time, Lao Bao."

"Me, in trouble? Hey, Lao Li, what do you mean by that? In terms of wealth and reputation, who among these bidders can compare to me?"

Bao Wenhai was furious and started arguing with Li Zhaoji, who was standing next to him.

"Old Bao, are you really confused or just pretending? There's a young, mysterious tycoon sitting at this table."

"Uh? Right, Lao Bao, I almost forgot about that... Mr. Lin, you wouldn't be thinking of getting involved too, would you?"

Bao Wenhai realized what was happening and looked at Lin Dong with a hint of unease.

"Mr. Bao, do you not own any property on Deep Water Bay Road?"

Lin Dong didn't answer him directly, but instead asked him a question in return.

"Uh... we did buy them, but it's only two 4,000-square-meter buildings, which is a bit shabby."

Bao Wenhai stammered, scratching his sparse white hair on his head sheepishly.

"Hehe... As everyone knows, my Bao family has many members..."

The people around the round table burst into laughter, and Shao Yifu immediately looked down on him:

"It seems like other families don't have many members. Old Bao, your skin is thicker than cowhide."

“Old Shao, we’ve been friends for over 30 years, how can you say that about me?” Bao Wenhai’s face flushed.

"Isn't that right?"

"Old Shao, I'll get angry if you say that again."

"So what if you're angry? You think I'll let you get angry? Hahaha..."

"Damn it, Lao Shao, I'm breaking off all ties with you!"

"Fine, let's break up then. Tell me, how many days are you planning to cut ties this time?"

"As punishment for you, I will cut off all contact for at least 7 days. I will not speak to you for 7 days, you shameless old man."

......

Two wealthy old men, whose combined age is 130, started arguing like children over a single sentence.

The friendships and fun among the super-rich are truly bizarre.

Lin Dong sipped his champagne while watching them bicker with great interest.

At this point, the auction price for Villa No. 66 on the stage had been pushed up to HK$1.6 billion.

This price far exceeds the actual value of the villa.

It even surpassed the previous auction king: the luxury Airbus A280.

The media reporters who were staking out the venue to take photos were getting more and more excited.

Unexpectedly, tonight's charity auction has been full of surprises.

They had a vague feeling that HK$1.6 billion would not be the limit of this round of auctions.

Because the young, mysterious tycoon sitting at table number 1 hasn't made a move yet.

"Mr. Lin, it's 1.6 billion. Are you ready?"

Bao Wenhai stopped arguing with his friend and refocused his attention on the auction.

“If you’re going to play, Mr. Bao, then I’ll play,” Lin Dong replied with a smile.

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"1.8 billion! Oh my god, Young Master Hu from table number 12 has bid 1.8 billion!"

As Allen's rousing voice boomed, the auction reached its final climax.

HK$1.8 billion, the eldest son of the Hu family is really going all out.

Mr. Liu, who has suffered repeated defeats tonight, is once again caught in a dilemma.

Is it necessary for me to spend over 1.8 billion yuan just to save face and buy a ticket to the top tier of the wealthy?

Damn it, all the young people these days are crazy!

I'm not playing with you guys anymore. Wouldn't it be better to save some money to date female celebrities?

Liu's retreat also affected Chen Hui, a billionaire at another table.

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