"I don't care about the nonamillennial or the octomillennial. I don't know him well, so why should I care about him?"
Chu Feng calmly sipped his tea, maintaining a composed demeanor, as if the one hundred and fifty million thrown out were insignificant.
Everyone present was stunned. In all of Yenching, it was the first time someone dared speak about the Nonamillennial in such a way!
Jin Hui's eyes bulged, and he angrily smashed a cup, pointing at Chu Feng and cursing, "Where did this bastard come from? How dare he disrespect the nonamillennial?"
"Two billion!"
Chu Feng's eyes narrowed, like a sharp blade revealing its edge, staring directly at the furious Jin Hui.
"The rule of the auction house is that the highest bidder wins. Don't play these empty tricks; they're useless."
"If you can afford it, then make a bid. If you can't, then leave."
A decisive statement!
Everyone on the scene was dumbfounded.
Even the auctioneer had his mouth wide open, completely shocked. Two billion!!
This not only broke the record but also surpassed anything that had come before and may come after!
Today's auction will undoubtedly reach a new height and leave a significant mark in auction history.
"You..."
Jin Hui was completely speechless and furious.
As the butler of the Martial Arts Alliance, when had he ever suffered such injustice?
"I bid three billion..."
"Master Jin, the important thing is the big picture." Before the words could even fall, the person beside him immediately held him back. "Don't forget, it was the Nonamillennial who entrusted us with the task of auctioning the piece of land in the center of Yenching. We can't spend money recklessly."
Jin Hui snapped back to reality, shocked and drenched in a cold sweat.
He almost made a big mistake!
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