"Brother Chen, it was really thrilling. You have no idea how green Lu Tianyu's face was just now, he looked as miserable as if he'd eaten shit."
Wang Ziyu sat in the private room, as excited as a monkey.
With just this maneuver, Wang Ziyu earned at least tens of millions more, and even though the money would eventually go to Ye Chen, outmaneuvering Lu Tianyu in front of so many people was more satisfying than anything.
As the saying goes, Buddhas fight over an offering of incense, people fight for a breath of air.
This show put on by Wang Ziyu today will probably soon become the talk of the upper class.
A faint smile appeared on Ye Chen's lips, and he seemed very composed.
The auction then entered a strange state, where once either Wang Ziyu or Lu Tianyu bid, the other people in the venue would fall silent, not bidding, just quietly waiting for the other side's counterstrike.
