"What I mean is, let them argue for a while."
"oh!"
......
Two minutes later, the auction price for the silver Phantom had reached HK$47 million.
This price far exceeds the actual value of the RV itself.
Only two people remained bidding.
"With so many luxury cars already in his family, what's the point of him arguing?"
Bao Wenhai, who had just turned sixty, muttered in bewilderment.
“Old Bao, you don’t understand, do you? This car is dispensable to Da Liu, but the problem is he needs to please the people around him.” Huo Jianming had a sharp eye.
"The people around him?"
"That's right, the most beautiful Miss Hong Kong, Li Jiaxin."
"Alas, my old eyes are failing me. I didn't see it just now, but it really is."
"I think you're not getting old and your eyesight is failing; it's Miss Qiu at our table who's so dazzling she's blinded you, hahaha..."
"Old Shao, you shameless old man, weren't you blinded by Miss Qiu's beauty?"
"We have them all..."
This banter has pushed the auction price of the Rolls-Royce Phantom to 55 million.
To win a smile from his beloved, the womanizing but wealthy Mr. Liu went to great lengths.
The final bid reached 55 million!
The entire audience erupted in uproar.
The most beautiful Miss Hong Kong standing next to Lau was so excited that her delicate body trembled slightly.
The moment Li Jiaxin enjoys most is when a man spends a fortune on her.
Regardless of what others think, she has once again become the focus of everyone's attention tonight.
She was determined to have the Rolls-Royce on the screen, not only because of its grandeur and prestige.
More importantly, isn't the letter L on the license plate the first letter of her surname, Li?
Lee-1997, the only one of its kind in Hong Kong!
She glanced smugly at the distance.
At that round table sat another radiant Miss Hong Kong, Chingmy Yau.
"Hmph, let's see how smug you are. Are you as pretty as me? Do you have any men willing to spend a fortune on you?"
Li Jiaxin slightly curled her red lips and tilted her smooth, flawless neck back.
"Mr. Liu from table number 5 has bid 55 million. Is there anyone else bidding?"
Allen, standing on the stage, promptly picked up the auction gavel, his voice rousing:
"Rolls-Royce Phantom RR, 55 million for the first time."
"55 million for the second time!"
"55 million for the third time..."
Allen swung his gavel, ready to bring it down and close the deal.
"Wait, I'll offer 100 million!"
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