"Three billion one hundred million," Chang Yu called out from the second-floor private box, staring at Qin Hao.
Who is this guy? Daring to fight me for a woman—he must have a death wish if he plans to leave Zhudao City alive.
"Three billion five hundred million."
Another private box couldn't hold back anymore and joined in with a new bid.
"Four billion," Qin Hao said calmly, his expression unchanged.
The auctioneer, hearing his extravagant tone, couldn't hide his excitement and added, "The bidder in seat 788 offers four billion! Does anyone want to top that? Boss, you've got guts—boss, you have style! How about letting this little sister accompany you tonight as a bonus?"
The auctioneer was deliberately flattering him, trying to provoke the other two into continuing the competition.
Sure enough, as the auctioneer's words fell, Chang Yu shouted, "Five billion!"
He was getting carried away, directly raising the bid by one billion, shocking everyone in the venue.
