"number 8!"
"Number 8, 2 million!"
"2 million! Let's see, No. 8, No. 8, Ms. Song, thank you Ms. Song for her support of charity! 2 million!"
"2 million, is there a higher bid?"
"2 million... on the 11th, 3 million on the 11th!"
"I read that right, the bid on the 11th is 3 million! 3 million!"
A finger ring is worth two million, let alone three million.
Even Zuo Yan's fame is not worth so much at all.
Song Manzhu finally saw number 11.
A girl hidden in the shadows, the light is very dark and she can't see clearly, but a side face is enough to make her startled, she is so beautiful!
"3 million! 3 million! Is there a higher one?"
The auctioneer said so, but looked at Song Manzhu.
It wasn't just the auctioneer, even the on-site cameras were aimed at Song Manzhu, and the eyes of most people in the audience were also focused on Song Manzhu.
Everyone wanted to see what would happen to Song Manzhu.
Even though she was so angry that she wanted to smash the body of No. 11 who dared to challenge her, Song Manzhu's face still maintained the attitude of a proud socialite.
Therefore, from everyone's point of view, when Song Manzhu heard someone bid 3 million, he just sneered, sneered, and casually raised his sign again.
"5000000!"
"5000000!"
"No. 8 Miss Song bid 5 million! 5 million!"
That's a hell of a lot of money.
Even Zuo Yan couldn't help but glance at Song Manzhu.
Song Manzhu smiled slightly at Zuo Yan, "Don't worry, it's only 5 million, I think it's worth it."
All the guests couldn't help whispering.
5 million, everyone can see Song Manzhu's attitude.
But at this moment, No. 11 made another bid!
"6.66 million!"
My God, 6.66 million!
It's just an emerald wrench.
Just talking about the emerald material and the polishing process alone cost two or three hundred thousand!
Coupled with the actor Zuo Ning and the blessing of the important props of the popular Qing Chuan drama "Qing", 1 million is already sky-high!
But now, 6.66 million!
This is really... so spooky.
Of course, compared to the price, what everyone is more interested in is, who is challenging this young lady, Song Manzhu
Whether in the political and business circles or the entertainment circle, who would confront the Song family for such a small thing? It's too lifeless.
Many people stretched their necks to see who the lifeless warrior No. 11 was, but, No. 11 sat too far away, if she hadn't asked for the price, no one would have known her.
However, those who were close behind No. 11 still saw No. 11.
It looks familiar, but I really don't know it.
The smile on Qiao Sang's face was still dignified and peaceful, but the hand under the table was still sending text messages.
Qiao Sang: [Hua Hua, what are you doing, I really want this finger pull, don’t you!]
Yun Hua: [ nothing, just for fun.]
Qiao Sang: [Thank you Huahua, I know you are trying to vent your anger on me, but it's really unnecessary. I have encountered this kind of thing a lot, so I won't feel wronged, thank you.]
Yun Hua: [ whether you are wronged or not is your business, and whether I stand up for my friends or not is my business.]
Qiao Sang bit her lips: [Miss Song has a strong background, S city is the Song family's sphere of influence after all, you will go to high school in S city in the future. Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just in case.]
Yun Hua: [ I have a sense of proportion, don't be afraid, just go to the theater, it's everyone's responsibility to contribute to charity.]
Qiao Sang: […]
(end of this chapter)