"Pay in cash? I'm afraid you don't know how heavy a million cash is?"

"That's right, you're a poor, stinky dick, you probably haven't seen so much money in your life, have you?"

Hearing Ye Fan's fart-like words, Lin Qian laughed at that moment, as if hearing the funniest joke in the world. The face covered with makeup was full of disdain and ridicule.

When the others heard Lin Qian's words, they looked at Ye Fan as if they were idiots.

"It seems that we were really deceived by this bastard."

"Is he playing us for idiots?"

"It's really shameless to pretend to be rich without money!"

"How poor does a person have to be to do such stupid things?"

"Really, not only is he poor, but he looks like a badass~"

All of a sudden, the entire hall erupted in uproar.

There is ridicule, there is sarcasm. There is abuse and disdain.

Obviously, everyone at the scene thought that Ye Fan's stupid remark just now was just bragging, and few people believed it.

After all, who has nothing to go to an auction with a million cash?

Besides, one million cash weighs a lot, and it needs to be packed in a box. But everyone looked around Ye Fan, and they didn't see anything that could hold such money.

"Appraisal, this is a pure dick!"

"Fantasy dreaming of being a rich man all day long?"

"This poor guy is here to make trouble!"

"What does the Shanshui Hall serve, and this kind of idiot is also allowed in?"

Ye Fan's behavior has aroused public outrage, and many people criticized him verbally and cursed him in disgust.

Those present were self-proclaimed upper-class people, and now standing with such a dick, they undoubtedly felt that their price was extremely low, and it was an insult to their noble status.

The obsequious auctioneer also lost his patience, and asked Ye Fan again: "This is a formal occasion, not a place for you to mess around."

"If you don't take out a bank card with the ability to pay, don't blame our auction house for kicking you out of the hall and pulling you into my auction house's blacklist."

The words were cold, and there was no trace of respect before, even the husband stopped calling.

This society is so realistic.

If you have money and power, you are the respected and respected Mr. Chu.

With no money and no power, you are a poor dick that everyone insults you.

Looking at the so-called high-class people in the audience, Ye Fan only felt that they were extremely "ugly" at this moment!

"Second Master, do we want to make a move?" In the private room, Li Er's two men, Jin Bao and Yin Bao, saw this, but asked Li Er in front of him.

Li Er waved his hand: "Look again. Xiao Chu is definitely not a reckless person. Since he dares to say so, it is obvious that he still has a backhand."

In the guild hall, Ye Fan was still standing there. JrNovels.com