After a few rounds of exciting bidding, the host and emcee were already exhausted. Seeing that the atmosphere of the VIPs in the entire venue was not high, the host clapped his hands and urged three times that the highest bidder would win this.
After shouting three times and no one made a sound, the host signaled the staff to take this spirit herb away temporarily.
Unexpectedly, just as he was raising his hand, Mo Zhu's voice came from private room one on the second floor of the living room.
"Five billion."
Upon hearing Mo Zhu's words, the host acted as if he had seen his savior. He hurriedly picked up the small hammer beside him, afraid that the girl would go back on her words. Before everyone could react, he immediately knocked thrice.
"Five billion going once."
"Five billion going twice."
"Five billion going thrice, deal!"
