Song Manzhu was already mad.
The smile on her face was still elegant and reserved, but the emotions in her eyes had already distorted.
This number 11 is really brave!
She wants to see how far No. 11 can fight her!
"No. 8, No. 8, 8.88 million!"
"Oh my god, I read that right, 8.88 million!"
The whole audience started to commotion.
8.88 million, suddenly increased from 6.66 million to 8.88 million!
This is indeed a very astonishing figure.
If the actual value of a lot is 10 million, it is normal for someone to bid 12 million because they like it, and it will not be too surprising.
But now, an item worth at most two to three hundred thousand yuan has been raised dozens of times by the two of them...
8.88 million is indeed not much, but this price has far exceeded the actual price of the lot, which makes people excited.
"8.88 million, 8.88 million, is there a higher one?"
The auctioneer was also very excited.
At this time, Song Manzhu's cell phone rang, and a text message appeared on it: [Manman, enough is enough.]-Mother.
Song Manzhu squeezed the phone tightly, the expression on his face could hardly be maintained.
The asking price was 8.88 million, and Song Manzhu didn't care too much about it. It's not that she couldn't afford this price, but thinking about it now, she also felt pain.
After all, her expenses are also very high, and the car, clothes, bags and jewelry in her hand cost money, so she really doesn't have much cash.
If you buy a car for 8.88 million, of course it won't hurt you, but this 8.88 million is just to please Zuo Yan and buy a junk thing... Then it's hard!
At this moment, Song Manzhu even hoped that No. 11 would bid again.
But…
The number 11 still didn't bid until the auctioneer asked three more times.
When the auctioneer dropped the hammer for the second time from last and the third time, No. 11 still did not bid!
"Congratulations to Miss Song No. 8, who won the lot donated by Mr. Zuo Yan at a price of 8.88 million!"
"I am very grateful to Ms. Song and Mr. Zuo Yan for their contributions to public welfare and charity, thank you!"
There was thunderous applause.
Miss etiquette delivered the collection directly to Song Manzhu.
But for Song Manzhu, the applause at the scene was like a loud slap in the face, slapping her hard on the face!
The smile on his face became more and more elegant, but there was a trace of poison in Song Manzhu's heart.
That number 11, she will never let her go!
The auction is still going on, and at this time, the information on the 11th has also been sent to Song Manzhu.
[No. 11, Yun Hua, Olympic swimming champion, daughter of "He Fund" director Jiang Huanqing.]
That's right, because in the imperial capital, Ji Changqing's admission to Ji's family has not been made public, and her household registration has not been changed, so her public name is still Jiang Huanqing.
Looking at the text message, Song Manzhu's heart became even colder.
Olympic champion? Oh, so what!
As for saying that her mother is the director of "He Fund", she is even less afraid. Her Song family will not even consider such a small director.
Those who don't know are so fearless, how dare a small Olympic champion dare to rob Song Manzhu of her so arrogantly
Except for the 8.88 million jade ring finger, the other lots were relatively mediocre, and the auction price was not too high.
"The next lot is from Yun Hua, the women's 200-meter freestyle gold medalist in this year's Dragon Country Olympics!"
"A set of swimsuits signed by the Olympic champion, as well as a full set of swimming equipment such as swimming caps and goggles! The starting price is 30,000!"
(end of this chapter)