"What?!"

Zhuang was also obviously taken aback, he didn't expect that Han Sanqian would suddenly shoot back, he...he fucking stopped shooting? !

Did you hear me right? !

If he doesn't make a bid, then he...will buy the Wheel of Fire at the price of 31.1 billion?

No... no way? !

"31.1 billion, the first time."

Lord Luo also yelled "Pai" appropriately, and this voice directly brought Mr. Zhuang, who was in shock, back to reality.

That's right, Han Sanqian really stopped filming!

It's him who is taking pictures now! !

The group of rich businessmen who colluded with him in the audience were also dumbfounded, their eyes were as big as copper bells. Obviously, they did not expect that Han Sanqian would suddenly come to the bottom at such a critical moment and completely wiped out the village. Mr. died on the auction block.

"31.1 billion, the second time." Lord Luo shouted again.

But it is impossible for anyone to bid again at the scene. It is more than 30 billion, even if it is discounted by half, there may not be anyone who will buy it.

There is simply too much money.

"Wait a minute." The surname Zhuang shouted hastily.

Luo Jin frowned slightly, a little puzzled: "What's the matter, Mr. Zhuang?"

The one surnamed Zhuang looked at Han Sanqian, and said unwillingly, "Dear guest, do you really plan to continue playing with Zhuang?"

"He has no guts!"

"I've said it a long time ago. He just came here to pretend. Now that the money is too much, he can't pretend anymore."

"Damn, what a poke."

"If you have the guts, keep playing, don't you fucking like to play."

"Let people like Mr. Zhuang come and slap this kind of garbage dog in the face."

The few rich businessmen who had arranged in advance also seized the opportunity in an instant, and they were all mouthfuls to Han Sanqian.

Han Sanqian smiled lightly. These tricks might be useful against others, but against him, they are really easy.

I have seen a lot on Earth, even along the way.

"I don't plan to continue playing." Han Sanqian still replied calmly: "33.1 billion, I'm not as rich as Mr. Zhuang."

"As they say, people like me are just pretending, and it's okay to make small fights. With so much money, I really can't continue pretending."

"Lord Luo, you can continue."

You don't need to step on your posture, Han Sanqian puts his posture extremely low, directly letting the crowd have nothing to scold.

The surname Zhuang's face is ashen, more than 30 billion, it can't be said that he can't get it out, it can only be said that he is almost going to sell his property.

And once the family property is sold, one's own finances are equivalent to losing the ability to make blood. For the surname Zhuang, it is almost equivalent to ending the second half of his life ahead of schedule. JrNovels.com