Eight million, that's a high starting point.
But it didn't dampen anyone's enthusiasm. "I bid eighty-eight million."
"I bid ninety-nine million."
"I bid one hundred and six million."...
The price was increasing by the hundreds of millions.
At that moment, someone upstairs held up a sign and a deep voice sounded, quickly overwhelming the crowd, "Five hundred and twenty million."
Everyone gasped and looked up.
The one holding up the sign was Vice Officer Li, standing by the carved handrail. Behind him was a tall, imposing silhouette. People couldn't see his face clearly, but the aura he exuded while sitting was overwhelmingly powerful, a sharp, commanding presence of someone in a high position.
Five hundred and twenty million.
Such a grand gesture.
Some recognized Vice Officer Li, and the man behind him... was it Commander Feng?
No wonder then, within the country, Feng Yueming was known to spend extravagantly, second only to Zhou Jin.
