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"Obsessive-compulsive disorder..." Wang Cong's mouth twitched hard.
He had heard of OCD, some people had to walk on lines when they walked, some had to eat every single grain of rice in their bowl, some had to repeatedly check if they locked the door after going out, and the truly bizarre ones even needed the number of toilet papers to be round.
But he had never heard of someone who had to round up their purchase amounts. People only quibbled over a dime or two when buying vegetables, but here they were talking hundreds of thousands of euros, only to force them into round numbers—were their brains fried?
But Fang Jueyu's bidding this time completely took the wind out of other competitors' sails. They had reason to believe, if someone bid 8.1 million euros, Fang Jueyu would unhesitatingly raise it to 9 million.
"Is there anyone willing to bid higher?" Scarlett's gavel was raised high.
"Once..."
"Twice..."
"Thrice!"
"Bam!"
