An emotion called despair began to grow in her heart.
As if sensing her worries, the old man beside her patted the back of her hand with a relieved expression and whispered comfortingly:
"Zijun, life and death are determined by fate. If Heaven truly wants Grandpa to die, then let it be. I've lived to seventy, that's enough for me."
"Grandpa, it's okay, there are still so many bottles left. The next bottle will definitely be cheaper."
The girl quickly composed herself and forced a smile at her grandfather.
But even she herself didn't have any confidence in what she said.
At that moment, a voice tinged with anger rang out throughout the room, interrupting the girl's thoughts.
"Two billion!"
Jones John raised the bid again, but instead of following Delilah's lead, he raised it by another 200 million.
Even so, this disregard for money still deeply shocked many of the wealthy people present.
As expected of an ancient and wealthy family from the United States, they are truly rich and powerful.
John was already close to breaking down.
Although the urge to buy the first bottle remained strong, the feeling of being schemed against made him even more annoyed and angry.
This time, Delilah didn't follow up. Instead, she looked at John with a sly smile and said:
"Dear Mr. Jones John, since you are so eager to bid for the first bottle of Kunlun Immortal Wine, I really can't bear to stop you any longer."
"Congratulations, this bottle of wine is yours."
The beautiful host, who had been leisurely watching the excitement, finally had a chance to speak.
"Is anyone else bidding higher?"
After three times, no one raised their sign again.
When the host officially announced that the first bottle of Kunlun Immortal Wine had been won by Jones John.
A round of enthusiastic applause erupted from the audience, and John, who had been quite unhappy, finally felt a little better.
Although the cost exceeded expectations, this drug is priceless.
Besides, it concerns the dignity of the family!
When the bidding for the second bottle of wine began, the pretty girl named Ziju bid 200 million yuan on her first attempt.
Unfortunately, after several rounds of bidding, it was sold to Hong Kong's richest man for 850 million.
On the third bottle, the girl was still not giving up and made the first offer again.
Three hundred million!
"Five hundred million!"
Koinu Tsukasa spoke calmly, and the girl had no choice but to reluctantly put away the number plate.
This time, other bidders quickly followed suit and raised their paddles.
Koizumi Tsukasa immediately stopped bidding, his intention to target the girl was very clear.
When the price reached 900 million, Ma Chaoyun, who had remained calm and composed, finally spoke up.
"Nine hundred and fifty million!"
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