Rebirth Business Woman: Major General, You Have Lost Again

  Chapter 555 People are like livestock

  One hundred million.

  While everyone was still in a stunning state, above the stone steps above, a familiar old voice rang again.

  The host just put down the flannel, raised his eyes and looked over, he suddenly snorted in his heart, "Now this old gentleman is the first to offer a high price of 100 million yuan, don’t know if anyone wants to bid on the spot?"

  The starting price is one hundred million yuan...Everyone looked at the position of the old man by appointment, knowing that today, the last gambler, the other party is determined to win.

   "One hundred and ten million."

   "Two billion."

  Someone tried unwillingly to give up, and immediately encountered 200 million back pressure. The old man, who had not been able to bid for a single product in the whole game, had accumulated a lot of money, and at this time, he had enough firepower, and instantly extinguished everyone's desire to compete.

"Okay, the old gentleman paid 200 million. Is there a price higher than this?" The host glanced over the stone steps, deliberately ignoring the position of the first row, and speaking faster than usual. "Since no one bid, 200 million once, 200 million twice..."

  The pricing hammer in his hand is already covered with sweat. This is the most nervous and anticipated auction of the host so far. When the price was shouted, the light from the corner of his eye could not help but drifted towards the first row. Fortunately, there seemed to be no intention to move this time, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

  But when he raised the hammer in his hand high and was about to make a final decision after calling out the third price, he suddenly saw the boy wearing a black windbreaker stand up in his erratic vision.

  His voice was suddenly choked in his throat, and he almost suffocated his breath in his chest.

The young man stood up long, his thin shoulders seemed to fall as soon as the wind blows. At this time, standing on the stone steps, he faintly revealed a strong aura that was beyond negligible. "You will sell heads at auction, and you will force others to sell them. ?"

  Strong buy and sell.

Hearing that, no matter the stage or the stone steps are quiet, because under the bright lights, everyone can see that the hot beauty in the last cage is wounded, and the restrained wrist is also splintered because of excessive struggling. , Is obviously forced.

But, "Oh, kids, we only need to be responsible for buying, and they are responsible for selling. What does it matter whether these goods are willing or not? Do you want to ask the dog if you go to the pet store to buy a puppy?" The old man said He smiled strangely while holding a cane. At the moment when the audience was evading this topic, only he dared to speak out the real inside story.

  People are like livestock, and livestock are not eligible to have the right to choose.

  The young man's eyes darkened, looking at the beautiful woman in the iron cage who turned her head slightly and was looking over here, she seemed to be blocked in speechlessness and sat back on the chair again.

   "Hehe, kid, your savior game, are you still playing?" The old man's laughter was very low, and it was a bit harsh.

  After the auction, almost everyone is secretly calculating the bottom line of the teenager. After the five hundred million, the questioning just now looks more like a child who refuses to lose his temper, exposing the essence of being exhausted.

  She has no money. After everyone had this kind of tacit understanding, they felt that they were aloof for a moment, and regarded the teenager as a joke.

  Savior? Don't be kidding, **** hasn't been resurrected, where's the savior.

  But at the next moment, in the sight of everyone or mocking or fooling, the young man's fingertips lightly picked, and a familiar number plate was raised again.

   "Five hundred million."

  The three words, frivolity and lightness, fell on the venue with the force of thunder and made a heavy muffled noise.

   Kaka Kaka, everyone in an instant turned their heads and looked in the same direction. The speed was too fast, and their necks made a crisp sound, and then they all climbed onto their faces in astonishment.

  The old man fell off the number plate with a slap, slapped the table directly and stood up, staring coldly at the boy's position, and the old voice was suppressed to the limit, "Six hundred million."

  This kind of price difference exceeds one or two billion, even the nobles and billionaires can't keep up with this rhythm.

  The discerning people can also see it, and the last one is that the old man is going to die with each other.

   "Seven hundred million." The young man's calm voice sounded faintly. Compared with the old man's anger and the shock of everyone's heartbeat, the seven hundred million from her mouth was as easy and calm as seven yuan.

  Where did this monster come from?

  The host swallowed saliva back and forth, watching the old man standing still standing still in silence, the sweat on his forehead kept wafting, "If the old man is not ready to continue bidding, then I..."

   "Eight... billion..." Before he could finish his questioning, the old man had already squeezed out his voice from his teeth again.

  The capital of 800 million is already the sum of dozens of auctions, and it is far beyond the initial estimate.

  However, the number plates in the first row were still raised.

   "Nine." The young man seemed to be so lazy that he didn't want to say the whole thing, leaning on the back of the chair, he looked like he was drowsy.

  But no one dared to underestimate her at the scene. On the contrary, as the numbers continued to pile up, everyone's hearts gradually rose to an unknown fear.

  Although everyone present has billions of dollars in net worth, they can’t just spend more than a billion dollars to play auctions. Such a mysterious young man's shots are far more generous than they can compare, which means that there is a huge consortium behind him.

  In this three-acre land in Macau, the impact of the changes at the top of the pyramid on them is sometimes close to destruction.

   "Ten..." The old man tried to raise the sign with his last breath, but was stopped by the financial adviser behind him.

   "Sir, we have exceeded the budget too much. If we continue to bid, we will not be able to draw out the funds." After following the whole game, the consultant was already sweating for the brain.

  But this disappointment is the most unpleasant.

   "Go away!" The old man raised his cane with anger, and threw it at the young consultant with a bang, knocking him to the ground with such a powerful force. He puffed and fell into a chair, holding the crutches and didn't stand up again. After all, he was awakened by the sound. He didn't hold up the sign any more, but his eyes were filled with anger that would penetrate people, and died. Stared at the young man.

"That..." the host whispered, the excessive amount of money made him forget to talk about the scene, but he stood in front of the stage with a hoarse voice, "900 million once, 900 million twice, and 900 million three times. Congratulations to this young gentleman."

With a bang, the gavel fell, officially closing the curtain for the auction.

  Many people were still at a loss and couldn't react, as if they couldn't believe that they were running on the court, and they didn't even win a single head.

  Until the boy in the black trench coat got up.

  (End of this chapter)