"Um."

Boss Wu nodded slightly: "It seems that Xinli can't stand it anymore, and the price of more than 30 million is fair."

"It should still be possible in my hands..."

Before he finished speaking, he was stunned by a loud roar on the stage.

"Forty million!"

"My friend of No. 71 directly bid for 40 million!"

I'm fucking!

What does this person want to do?

"Click...Click..."

Behind, Zhao Lang held a cigar in his hand and cut off the head of the cigar, while Fan Hu, who was beside him, also consciously fired the fire.

"call……"

After spitting out a sip of the smoke ring, Zhao Lang crossed his legs and squinted his eyes and looked around the audience.

When it comes to spending money, you are all brothers!

This is wherever...
Chapter completed!