Meng Chuan trembled all over, turned his head suddenly, and sure enough saw Ye Fan's face with the dragon head mask again.

"Stinky boy, don't you go too far?" Meng Chuan clenched his palms and gritted his teeth as a threat.

Ye Fan ignored it and continued to bid: "230 million!"

"You!!!" Meng Chuan was shaking with anger.

"250 million!" Ye Fan raised his sign again.

"I..." Meng Chuan's eyes were red, almost bursting into flames.

"OK!"

"very good!"

"Want to play, right? I'll play with you."

"Two hundred and sixty..."

Angry Meng Chuan is about to follow the auction.

But before the price was announced, Ye Fan made another quotation.

"Three hundred million!"

hiss~

Dead silence!

Deathly silence.

For a while, the entire venue was silent.

The sound of people gasping for air can be heard everywhere.

Even the host was dumbfounded.

"Oh My God!"

"What is he doing?"

"Is he bidding against himself?"

"Heroic!"

"This is true heroism!"

"Three hundred million, is there a higher one?"

"Is there any more?"

The host's cheeks were hot with excitement.

Naturally, Meng Chuan was not reconciled and continued to raise the price.

"Master Meng, I'm sorry, your account balance is insufficient. Unable to make a quotation."

At this time, the auction staff came to remind. JrNovels.com