Chapter Two: One Hundred Million
A woman was slowly carried out, and Feng Jue's gaze happened to fall in the direction of her appearance, he narrowed his eyes.
It was a young girl, wearing a white gauze-like skirt that fell above her knees, revealing a pair of slender and pale legs, barefoot, with black long hair hanging over her shoulders.
She can't be said to be very beautiful, at most she's the kind of girl who would be called a beauty on the street. Her back is straight as a pen, her lips are pursed into a line, and her eyes are closed, making her look very serene.
It seems that he is completely deaf to the outside world, and his reaction is absolutely numb. Feng is a master of psychology, and at a glance, he saw that her tightly clenched shoulders revealed that her nerves were stretched to the limit.
She's indeed worthy of being Gong Ziyu's woman, she has some substance.
She triggered a more intense reaction than the previous beauty as soon as she appeared, she was Gongzi Yun's woman, just this point made countless people's blood boil, Ye Men Lao Da's woman, it sounded like it instinctively ignited the desire to conquer.
Her obviously calm and disdainful reaction further stirred up the man's desire to ravish her.
"Seven million starting price." The auctioneer's hammer fell, and the line was announced.
"Ten million..."
"Fifteen million."
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"Fifty million."
"Seventy million."
70 million, no one made a sound again. Buying a woman at this price is already unthinkable. The bidder was a man in his 20s with some presence, and anyone with discerning eyes could tell that he was the young master of a certain wealthy family, a genuine second-generation rich kid.
70 million, Su Yan slowly opened her eyes, she really didn't expect that she could be worth so much.
"Seven million, and is there a higher price than seven million?" The auctioneer's voice was filled with emotional excitement. "If not, then tonight belongs to Mr. Murong..."
"I'll bet one hundred million."
A cold and indifferent voice, neither loud nor soft, yet instantly shocking everyone present. One billion, one woman.
What a big show.
Feng Jue seemed to be completely ignoring the various gloomy and inexplicable gazes, nor did he look at the women in the room again. He simply stood up lazily and said, "Tonight, send her to my quarters."
"Yes." The middle-aged man still looked surprised, he didn't understand what Feng Ze was thinking.
This woman was sent over by him. If he wanted to play, he could have played enough and then sent her over to sell, why bother spending such a high price at the auction to buy a second-hand goods.
Even if she is Gongzi Yun's woman, she is also second-hand.
"I think," Feng Ze stopped suddenly at the door, his tone cold and detached, "I don't want Gongzi Xuan to know whose hands Wen Luolu fell into tonight."
"Ah?" The middle-aged man was shocked again, he had auctioned off Wen Luo to humiliate Gongzi Hui, letting both the black and white factions know that Ye Men's old master's woman had fallen to such a state.
"Why did he suddenly change his mind? But he didn't dare ask more, and respectfully said, 'Yes, I will seal off the news of tonight's auction. As for Wen Luo, I will find a way to make the people of Ye Men believe that she is already dead.'"
"Hmm." Feng Jue responded faintly.
Su Yan raised her head and looked in the direction of the man who had spoken out. Who bought her? One hundred million, what a huge price.
The distance was too far, she couldn't see clearly, only vaguely feeling that it was a young man, with a cold and stern aura, silent despair slowly seeping into her heart.
