Chapter 597: Not Even One-Tenth of You_1

All of Harry Perry's emotions were written all over his face. If he didn't raise the price now, he felt he'd forever be suppressed by Ye Junqing: "Three hundred and thirty million!"

A distressed Su Maochang: "Three hundred and forty million!"

Harry Perry: "Three hundred and fifty million!"

A disheartened Su Maochang: "Three hundred and sixty million!"

Harry Perry: "Three hundred and seventy million!"

A suicidal melancholic Su Maochang: "Three hundred and eighty million!"

Harry Perry: "Three hundred and ninety million!"

A morose Su Maochang, who didn't want to live any longer: "Three hundred and one thousand million!"

Ye Xingguang couldn't help but laugh, covering her face and shaking with suppressed laughter into Ye Junqing's shoulder. This unfortunate Su Maochang, was it so easy to auction the ill-fated diamond?

Look, the curse of the ill-fated diamond had fallen on Su Maochang. She guessed he must be feeling like dying now.