Hearing the rather grating shouts, Lin Mo turned his head, sneered dismissively, and said to the aggravated Xiang Feiwen, "Mr. Xiang? How confident must you be to think I'm targeting you?"
"Aren't you targeting me?"
Xiang Feiwen was about to explode with anger, nodding repeatedly; he had already lost his reason and shouted furiously, "Fine, fine, fine, you have money, right? Well, let's see how willing you are to spend it!"
"Seven million! I bid seven million!"
"I'm going all in with you today, dare to bid again, and if you raise the price, this stone is yours!"
The truth is,
that price was indeed a bit too high.
Xiang Feiwen was completely provoked by Lin Mo, which is why he blurted out that price in a fit of rage.
But what's the saying?
Which child cries every day, where does the gambling dog lose every day?
Xiang Feiwen refused to believe he couldn't win this time!
If Lin Mo could buy it for five million, why couldn't he get it for seven million?
