This statement was an all-out attack, filled with animosity, mocking everyone present.
At a round table even more secluded than Lin Feng's, sat several men, short in stature, each with a little mustache, sitting upright and proper.
"What are you supposed to be, talking so big?" Seeing they were strangers, the tycoons immediately lost their tempers.
"Fifty million! My bid is fifty million!" The man leading the group, his sparse hair combed neatly, just like his meticulous expression, shouted the high bid of fifty million.
Even the wealthy there couldn't help but be surprised, wondering just who these little mustached men were, exhibiting such determination to win.
Liu Zhihao, upon hearing the bid of fifty million, looked quite displeased. He hesitated for a moment before raising his sign again, "Fifty-one million!"
"Sixty million!" The little mustached man dramatically raised the price, and everyone became restless.
