Twenty million!
The venue was silent once again!
Everyone who heard the bid was stupefied, doubting whether they had heard things correctly!
The waiter leader, Zhang, was the first to react. He glanced at Lin Yun and sneered, "Did you just say two thousand? I thought it was something valuable!"
"Here's two thousand. Take it and go eat your meal!" He pulled out two thousand bills from his pocket, threw them on the table next to him, and said in a disdainful tone.
A vegetable seller is always a vegetable seller. Paying two thousand for a bottle of wine, or rather, double the price. The original price should have been one thousand. Such a fuss over a one-thousand-dollar wine, offending Secretary Zhu's entourage, it's clear he's used to it; he's just a vegetable seller with no ambition in life.
Zhang, the waiter leader, sneered in his heart.
"Whew—"
"Yes, the young man must have misspoke. He must have meant two thousand!"
