April 23, 20X2 (Friday)
The Exhibit
When everyone heard Yang's words, they could not help but complain internally. Hao Ren was now visibly gaping at him. Ye Lan gritted her teeth, feeling annoyed. Mei Lin's stoic face did not show the inner monologue that she was spouting off in her head. Smiling, Mei Lin tried to act as if one million dollars did not hurt her miser's heart.
"I-is there a-anyone willing to-to bid? Going once?" the auctioneer had to compose himself as fast as he could but still ended up stuttering in his shock. He had been doing auctions for years, but he had never met anyone like Zhao Yang.
Hao Ren, although not the heir, still owned some percentage of the company's share. He knew he should not be as extravagant as Yang but doesn't mean he can't afford to splurge once in a while. Raising his right hand, Hao Ren stopped the auctioneer and said, "One million and five thousand dollars."
