"(Sigh) You are really rich, I didn't expect that you would pay 900 million Yuan just for that book. I can't help it, the book is yours."
Hearing this, Wang Liang's expression changed. From being provocative at first, now it's panicking.
How could he not, 900 million Yuan... How could he have that kind of money?
He had only wanted to frame Han Feng, but the situation had reversed.
"Oh, number 127 has given up, then the book will belong to number 66." The auctioneer said.
Then, he raised the hammer and was about to knock it against the table.
"Wait a moment." Wang Liang's sudden words made the auctioneer stop.
He looked at Wang Liang in confusion, "Is there a problem, sir?"
"Cough, wait a moment, don't knock on the table yet, someone else might want to bid on the book. So I'd like to give them some time." Wang Liang sweated and said awkwardly.
