"44 million, then." Old Mo was still calm and collected. But deep inside, his organs were hurting. This bastard from the other edge of the room keeps on bidding, increasing the price of the lotus! As someone who loved money to the bottom of his heart, he felt like he was bleeding internally and suffering from all kinds of damages.
"You..." Young Master Zhou was angered more. He looked like a wild beast with bloodshot eyes. He was looking at the room number 10 as if he wanted to pierce the people there in thousand pieces, "50 million! No one's going to take it from me!"
Everyone sucked a mouthful of air. The young master of Zhou clan had actually bidded 50 million purple stones! Just how rich his family was to have such money?