At first there were whispers in the banquet hall, with people occasionally discussing prices.
When the price soared to around 80 million, the discussions around it gradually died down.
When someone shouted out 100 million, there was no longer any discussion...
Just a pill.
Just one pill.
The price was as high as nine figures.
This is the price that was called out before someone even participated in the auction.
Yes, more than some people attending the banquet noticed that Nie Qingru, who was holding the No. 1 auction card, had not bid once.
Even the people of the Sibol family kept looking in the direction of Nie Qingru, their expressions becoming more and more serious, and they became restless in their seats.
Miss Sibol was the initiator of this charity gala. She did not participate in the auction, but watched her uncles and aunts bidding.
She turned her beautiful eyes around and fell on the woman sitting beside her, smiling, and leaned over to say, "The Queen is not going to participate in the last round of bidding?"
Nie Qingru is not young, but people in their sixties and seventies already have deep traces of time in the corners of their eyes and eyebrows, and these traces cannot be erased even if they use the best skin care products.
Miss Sibol came closer, so she could see the lines around her eyes and lips more clearly.
But the woman standing so close to her had a charm that made her unconsciously ignore her age and wrinkles, and only focus on the icy aura itself.
She had a hunch that Nie Qingru was determined to get the genetic medicine sent by the Pharmaceutical Association. There was no reason for it, but the aura of arrogance that this person conveyed to her made her feel that Nie Qingru had already set his eyes on the final item of the night...
"It has already reached 100 million."
Nie Qingru raised her eyelids when she heard this, raised her hand and took a sip of the champagne in front of her: "No hurry."
Miss Sibol looked at her in surprise and asked cautiously, "Do you think the current price is not the bottom price?" "Tsk."
Nie Qingru gave a light scold this time, his expression inexplicably gloomy, he put down the champagne glass in his hand, and the bottom of the glass hit the table with a crisp sound: "The bottom price? I'm afraid the current price is not even half of it. Let them call in front, and when it's almost the same, I will naturally bid."
Miss Sibol's pupils trembled slightly, but she managed to maintain proper etiquette and not continue to embarrass herself.
She sat up straight and looked at the auction on the stage again, her face slightly dazed.
One hundred million is less than half the price of this medicine
The queen of the hidden family estimated the price to be around 300 million
300 million per pill
Even though she was the eldest daughter of Sibol and had seen a lot of wealth since childhood, she was still shocked by the value of this genetic medicine.
Just a pill...
So what
However, none of the bidders gave up just because the price had reached nine figures, and some continued to bid.
And just as Nie Qingru said, the prices are getting higher and higher.
Perhaps these people were no longer satisfied with the price increases of several million, so they tacitly started to increase the price by ten million after starting from one hundred million.
As a result, after several rounds of bidding, the price was quickly driven up to 200 million.
200 million, and then the price soared to nearly 300 million.
Even though the price was close to 300 million, none of the seven or eight people bidding at the front row table showed any intention of backing down, as if they were determined to win the finale of the night's collection.
Robert didn't expect that a mere genetic drug could be sold at such a sky-high price.
He sat at the back, and while the lights in the banquet hall were dim and everyone's attention was focused on the heated auction... he secretly glanced in the direction of the girl.
(End of this chapter)