After the three or four people who were close to the reclusive families reluctantly gave up on bidding, the remaining few briefly considered and gritted their teeth to continue bidding.
At first, out of social courtesy and respect for Nie Qingru, everyone offered a more polite bid.
"610 million."
"…Then I'll bid 630 million."
"Huh? Everyone wants it. I'll follow the trend. 650 million."
…
The four of them put on a good show and bid with an unspoken mutual understanding. At the same time, they looked at Nie Qingru with a smile, as if they were just bidding. They wanted to convey that they were not trying to be rude to the reclusive families and the Empress.
Nie Qingru knew that not everyone would give up on her account, but she did not expect that four people wanted to fight with her.
Her bones were clearly defined under the light, and her face was cold and solemn. She did not even look at them as she nodded slightly like a proud phoenix with her neck raised.
"800 million."
