"One hundred million!"

A cold voice came from the unique private room of the Sea God Pavilion. There were people in the Sea God Pavilion. They were either rich or noble. You should know that there were so many people in the venue, and everyone’s value was so noble, but even so, they still could not have an independent suite. Recommended: The new work of the Great Master Wangyu: "Six Traces of Nightmare Palace" http://www./0_3/

But as soon as the voice came out, the audience immediately became quiet.

Who is the person in the private room? Are they provoking them? These questions are reflected in their hearts.

But even so, there are still people who continue to offer.

"One to 120 million!" someone shouted out from the audience.

The bidder was not someone else, but Bai He, the head of the Bai family, one of the four major families in Jiangcheng. When everyone's eyes were gathered on him, Bai He couldn't help but smile at everyone.

"The higher the price will be, if I want it, I dare to bid!"

Baihe said lightly.

"Yes, the higher the price will be, I will pay 130 million!"

Many people present burst into trouble after hearing Bai He's words. Yes, this is everyone's common idea. If you can't bid with you just because your identity is noble, then what's the point of this auction?

And the most important thing is that this Night Pearl is too important to them, who doesn’t want to live longer?

Glory, wealth, money, wealth, beauty, beauty, these are things they cannot give up. If you have one more moment, it will be beautiful.

There is nothing in the world that has nothing to do with interests. Some people are unwilling to do it because the part of the interests that drive them cannot move them.

And at present, the benefits that Ye Mingzhu can bring to them are worth their efforts.

"One forty million!"

Someone continued to shout loudly in the venue.

"One 50 million!"

...

There were constant bidding under the stage, and in the unique private room on the stage, Manager Tang looked gloomy through the thin layer of glass. He was staring at Baihe. He really wanted to kill Baihe at this time, because Baihe had been singing a stage show with him more than once.

Bai He looked at so many people in the audience shouting loudly, and suddenly a hot feeling came from his face. He knew that the people in the private room were watching him.

Squinted his eyes, Baihe suddenly swept towards the private room. Although most people can't see the specific situation inside, who is Baihe? The White Fox clan members can naturally not be underestimated if they can be elected as the current patriarch.

"Manager Tang!" Bai He murmured to himself, and then smiled disdainfully. He also looked down on small characters like Manager Tang. Although in terms of power, his Bai family is not as good as the prosperous Tang Dynasty, he is a demon, and Manager Tang is just an mortal, and the gap in strength cannot be compensated.

"One hundred and eighty-five million!"

"One Ninety-Million!"

The price was constantly being updated, and Manager Tang's eyes gradually moved away from Bai He's body, and his right hand was slightly raised. Seeing this, the servant beside him immediately pressed the quotation device.

"Two million!"

The same private room had the same cold voice, but the second time it was a little more murderous intent than the first time. Just after Manager Tang claimed the new price, the Sea God Pavilion calmed down again.

No matter who it is, he can feel the anger emitted from the private room. This time, no one present dared to speak out.

"Dangdangdang..."

I don’t know who was a Buddhist bead that fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, and this sound even more resounded throughout the Sea God Pavilion.

After a moment, everyone looked at Bai He again.

"Two million at a time..."

The old man who was in charge of the auction rang out a hoarse voice, and his voice came into the hearts of everyone present, as if he was using a sharp weapon to slaughter their hearts inch by inch.

When Bai He saw everyone looking at him again, the urgency, the burning heart, and the struggle seemed so pale and powerless.

"Two million times!"

The old man's heavy hammer fell again.

At this time, Bai He finally understood the meaning of the word "striking". Because his position at this time was very low, he understood even more clearly at this time that the rate of turning back can sometimes reach 100%.

"Two ten million!"

Suddenly someone shouted loudly.

When Bai He heard this, he looked at the source of the sound curiously.

"Boy from the Zhou family?" Bai He was slightly stunned, because the bidder who called out the new one was actually the people from Jiangcheng. It seemed that in terms of courage, the people from Jiangcheng were more powerful.

"Huh!" After Zhou Yunsen blocked the old man's third hammer, the whole audience took a deep breath. His breath was so neat and uniform, and their direction was towards the old man who was hosting the auction.

So for a moment, the old man almost got blown away from the stool.

"Two 20 million!"

"Two thirty million!"

The new round of bidding started again, but this time, the price increase was higher and faster each time. They were raising the price at an extremely fast speed, but they didn't want the people in the private room to shout out a new price again.

Zhang Wuyou's chaotic power was protruded and directly covered the private room where the two quotes were made.

"Manager of Tang Dynasty in the prosperous Tang Dynasty!" Zhang Wuyou murmured, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a touch of killing intent surged into his heart.

Zhang Wuyou was originally limited to disdain for Manager Tang, but now he has been promoted to the final killing schedule. He did not expect that Manager Tang would actually lower the price of his Night Pearl in this way.

What is the difference between stealing people's money and killing their father and wife? The most important thing is that what Zhang Wuyou lacks most now is money. Manager Tang actually acted like this.

"Fourthirty-three million!"

"Fourty-five million!"

In the Sea God Pavilion, the rich people who were not short of money cheered and kept renovating new bids. In a short while, they had already broken the boundary of 500 million.

"Five hundred and fifty million!"

Manager Tang participated in the bidding again, but the difference between this time and the last two times was that after quoting the price, he actually opened the curtains directly.

"I am Tang Yao from the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Five hundred and fifty million is my last offer! Next, you can continue to bid, but you'd better think clearly. If you bought this Night Pearl, it doesn't mean it's yours!"

After Manager Tang finished speaking, he pulled up the curtains and sat down quietly. He had already shown his face. He didn't believe that anyone would dare to bid with him.

And he had already thought about it. In the end, no matter who fell into the hands of this night pearl, he would snatch it.

Zhang Wuyou saw that Manager Tang was so shameless and threatened everyone like this. After a moment of stunned silence, he started washing tea again and then drinking tea.

It seems that the auction of Sea God Pavilion has nothing to do with him.

"Master, are we just letting Manager Tang do it like this?" The monkey looked at Zhang Wuyou and said in a cold voice.

"A person who is about to die, let him be mad for a moment!"
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