The person called Mr. Hee was sweating profusely. Under the light, his glossy head reflected like an egg shell. He slowly turned around and said to the resolute middle-aged man, "Liu, Master Liu, we, we can't afford to pay such an amount."
"What?"
The middle-aged man widened his eyes: "You have no money? You don't have money. What did you say before?"
Mr. Hee was sweating heavily, and he felt guilty. He praised Haikou, saying that everything Mr. Liu liked to buy was included in his own account, but how could he have anticipated Mr. Liu would open his mouth to shout out an offer of 300 million!
When he heard the calm auction earlier, I thought he would pay for it himself. His thigh was thick. After all, no one could ask a friend to help buy things worth 300 million. But now it seems Master Liu wasn't truly aware
This is 300 million!
