Chuu Wu across from her simply burst into laughter.
But he didn't say much, just called out a new number.
"Seventeen million."
"Seventeen million and one."
"..."
Chuu Wu wasn't short of money at the moment, and he couldn't bring himself to bid like Chuzheng; after all, he was a man with a reputation to uphold.
It would be laughed at if it got out.
So, he could only raise the bid by millions at a time.
However, Chuzheng unflinchingly added just one more dollar each time.
No matter how the bastard ranted, she remained unmoved.
"Twenty-three million," said Chuu Wu, his face turning an ashen blue as his eyes fixated on Chuzheng dangerously.
Even if he were flush with cash, the soaring price had exceeded his budget.
Chuzheng's tone betrayed no fluctuation, "Twenty-three million and one."
The person in charge was wiping sweat on the side incessantly.
Was there a gold mine inside that haunted villa?
The price had now surpassed the highest they had ever sold.
