An old man who looked to be in his sixties frowned slightly. Looking closely, at the moment he frowned, his temples bulged on both sides, and his whole aura gave people a rather sharp feeling.
"Grandpa, why didn't you continue bidding?"
A young man in a martial arts uniform asked in a low voice.
"Two billion is beyond my budget. This kid is probably just collecting it for fun. One day he gets tired of it and might just let it out again."
The old man said lightly.
"Too."
The young man nodded.
…
In another private room.
"Why does this voice sound familiar..."
A middle-aged man's eyes flickered and he muttered something in a low voice.
"Mr. Zhao, what did you say?"
The man who was in the same private room with the middle-aged man looked at him and asked.
"nothing."
Mr. Zhao shook his head, took out his mobile phone, and then found a WeChat friend named "Jiangnan". After thinking for a while, he lowered his head and sent a message.
…
"Brother Jiangnan, when will you come to Kyoto to play?"
This way.
Jiangnan's phone vibrated, and he took it out and saw this WeChat message.
However, he didn't have time to reply for the moment. He glanced at the cheongsam girl holding the POS machine and a burly man following behind her, and took out her bank card with a smile.
2 billion...
It just appeared under the shocked gaze of Zhao Wanqing and the surprised gaze of Old Master Jiang.
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[The novel is purely fictional, don't compare it to reality! Thank you for your understanding! Pats! ]
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