Fewer and fewer people are raising the price, and each time they only increase by 100 million or 200 million.
Finally, the auction price rose to 23 billion, and only two or three people were still competing.
"Twenty-three billion one hundred million!"
"Twenty-three billion two hundred million!"
Zhang Wenyu bid again.
"Twenty-five billion!"
The remaining competitors fell silent when they heard the mysterious No. 9 bid again.
"Lao Liu, give up. I think the other one is going to give up too. We can't compete with this number 9."
"Ah! I don't know what the origin of this number 9 is. This auction is really full of hidden talents."
Since no one bid any more, the auctioneer started to bring down the hammer for the first time.
"Twenty-five billion for the first time!"
The rational ones have already given up. The persistent ones are still trying to find ways to raise money. Some who can't participate in this competition and can only watch the fun are actively discussing it.
"Boss, we don't have enough funds, we really can't add any more!"
"Who on earth is this Number 9? He's so generous. It would be great if I could make friends with him. Even a little bit of his knowledge would help my career take off."
In a private room not far from Zhang Wenyu, a middle-aged man in a black suit asked the elderly man in a Mao suit sitting on the sofa.
"Mr. Zhang, are we not going to add more?"
The old man in the Zhongshan suit waved his hand.
"No need. There's not much point in arguing anymore. It's just giving money away to these foreigners."
He turned around and looked at the young man sitting next to him.
"Huai Xu, go back and check who bidder number 9 is."
The young man stood up respectfully after hearing the old man's order.
"Okay, Mr. Zhang."
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