Chapter: 2653
"Two hundred and fifty-five million."
"Two hundred and fifty-seven million."
"Two hundred and sixty million."
Many people in the audience tried the auction. If no one competed, it would be a pleasure to see them win for around 300 million.
But at this time, Zhang Han raised his hand slightly.
Zhao Feng beside him nodded, and entered the auction amount on the electronic controller next to him.
"Two hundred and sixty-seven million, the lady in No. 113 offered two hundred and sixty-seven million...600 million! My God, the guest in VIP room No. 08 bid $600 million! And A higher price? 600 million for the first time, 600 million for the second time."
The sudden increase in these prices made many people in the hall speechless.
It's really not money.
Most of the eyes on the scene were focused on the No. 08 box, and the 600 million flashing on the electronic screen above it was so dazzling.
They are planning to give up. The price of eight antiques is 600 million, each of which is nearly 100 million, which is too expensive.
Just when everyone thought that this auction item would be sold for 600 million.
"650 million! The guests in the VIP Room No. 30 bid 650 million..."
"Eight hundred million, oh my god!"
At this time, the auctioneer Wu Fei was also stupefied. This set of antiques was only worth about 300 million yuan, but it was sold at such a high price. This is a fight!
"The VIP room No. 08 bid 800 million. Is there a higher price? The first time for 800 million, the second time for 800 million, and the third time for 800 million. Congratulations to the VIP room No. 08 for auctioning eight antiques at a price of 800 million." !"
At this moment, there was already some uproar in the audience.
"Eight hundred million, what kind of local tyrant is this!"
"A truly strong group!"
Some are envious and some are ridiculed, such as in the VIP Room No. 27.
"800 million to buy a bunch of junk, is it because you have money and have no place to spend it?" Qiao Fei laughed.
"That's right, that person spent 800 million on what he won for 400 to 500 million at most, so it's better to say he's smart or stupid." Lin Jie let out a disapproving smile.
But as everyone knows, the price guessed by Lin Jie is just a guess.
At this time, the atmosphere in Box No. 30 was a bit cold.
On the front side are two late-stage master warriors, a white-haired old man with many wrinkles, and a short-haired man with dark skin. Their complexions are not very good-looking.
"Where did this person come from? Dare to snatch things from me in Fengxue Pavilion! Are you tired of working?" the short-haired man said with a hostile expression.
This couldn't help but make several people around shiver, and they felt a chill that was as cold as bone.
"Be safe and don't be impatient." The old man with a little more wrinkles looked at the 08 VIP room, and his eyes turned cold: "What's the use of taking photos now? And the antiques may not be what we need, let's wait for the next thing."
"Hehe!" The short-haired man sneered, and said nothing.
Of the two of them, one looked in their fifties and the other in their forties, but after a short period of contact, the man in a suit beside him found that the tone, voice and expression of the two of them were similar to each other. Young people, not fifty years old.