"The starting price for this fan is 100,000."
After the host finished speaking, Song Qingyu was even more moved.
100,000 yuan is not a problem for her at all.
But the problem is that her money is all in the bank card.
Just then.
A young man's voice rang out: "Two hundred thousand!"
Song Qingyu was stunned.
The voice sounds familiar.
It sounds like Song Yan's voice.
But soon, Song Qingyu smiled.
Song Yan had no idea where she was, let alone that she liked this fan.
She was simply overthinking it.
"300,000."
The one who spoke this time was the uncle with a smoky voice who lived next door to Song Qingyu.
But as soon as he finished speaking, the boy's voice sounded.
"500,000." There was a bit more determination in his tone.
The smoky-voiced uncle also seemed to like the fan: "800,000."
"One million."
The value of fans is getting higher and higher.
More than 1 million is far more than its own price.
But neither of them seemed to have any intention of giving up.
When the amount reached two million, the uncle with the smoky voice became a little hesitant.
Song Qingyu heard the uncle next door talking, as if asking for other people's opinions.
She held her breath, pricked up her ears, and listened carefully.
I only heard the uncle next door pleading in his tone: "Xiao Yun, isn't this price too high? Let's just forget it."
I don't know what was said on the other end of the phone.
Anyway, the uncle with the smoky voice started shouting out the price again.
Prices soared again.
It wasn't until it reached five million that it was finally won by the people from Shonen Yin.
Song Qingyu watched the fan being carried away, and somewhere in her heart she felt empty.
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