1682 Slap in the Face, One More Yuan Every Time

"No. 023, 2 million."

"No. 007, 2.43 million."

"No. 011, 3.78 million."

The price soared, and soon, it reached five million.

Some people began to retreat. It was not that they could not fork out five million yuan, but mainly because everyone could see the bidding situation today.

In the end, the precious auction items were worth at least eight figures.

Some people wanted to buy this thing purely to give it away. It wasn't worth it. Naturally, some people chose to give it up.

But most people still persisted.

Worried that Qiao Nian would act on impulse, Nie Mi looked at her and saw that the girl had her eyes lowered and didn't seem to be paying attention to the bidding. He relaxed a little and turned his gaze back to the auction stage.

At this moment, the price had already soared to 9 million. As it approached 10 million, more and more people chose to give up.

But the price increased more and more towards the end.

No. 001's Torre never participated.

He finally made a move when the price soared to 30 million. He slowly raised his sign and said in the same tone as before, "No. 001, 60 million."

"60 million?! That's double the amount! As expected of the president of the Chamber of Commerce Alliance. He's rich and overbearing. I can tell he's extraordinary the moment he makes a move," someone whispered.

Someone was envious. "60 million is not a low price. It's a jump away from 100 million. There shouldn't be any competition, right?"

"The Chamber of Commerce Alliance has already doubled the price. What competition can there be?"

"True."

Everyone was discussing in whispers.

In the corner.

Scar-faced Mo Xi's expression was ugly. He hammered the wall and said, "Damn it! They actually auctioned off the Ye family's rare earths. They're too bold. Unfortunately, I can't appear!"

He also felt that the rare earth that would be auctioned off would most likely fall into Torre's hands. His mood was extremely bad as he stared fiercely at the auction stage.

At this moment.

A lazy female voice said, "Number 015, 60 million and one yuan."

Mo Xi's temples had been about to explode with anger. He was stunned to hear this and burst out laughing. "Who is this?"

At the same time, he turned around.

Almost everyone present had the same reaction as him. They all looked in the direction of the voice--

A girl!

An excessively young girl!

She was dressed in black and wore a cap. The brim of the cap was pulled down very low, revealing only a small portion of her chin. Her skin was fair and translucent under the light.

"Is she the one who bid just now?"

"It's an unfamiliar face. I've never seen her before."

"Me neither..."

"Who dares to snatch things from the Chamber of Commerce Alliance?"

...

There was a commotion at the banquet.

Nie Mi's temples throbbed. He turned to look at Qiao Nian, not having a chance to speak. "Nian Nian, you..."

Torre's voice rang out again. "No. 001, 70 million."

Tsk!

Qiao Nian's upturned eyes were filled with evilness. Still holding her phone, under everyone's gaze, she said indifferently, "Number 015, 70 million and one yuan."

"80 million."

"80 million and one yuan."

No matter how slow Torre was, he could still react in time. Qiao Nian had come for him. She was doing it on purpose!

His face was ashen as he clenched his fists and said coldly, "100 million!"

This was not a small sum.

He deliberately added more money to make the other party retreat. At the same time, he wanted to tell the other party that this was the Independent Continent!

The Independent Continent was not a place for outsiders like them to be impudent.

Even if they were crazy, they had to know their place!

Unexpectedly, the girl's voice sounded again in the next second. "Oh, 100 million and one yuan."