Damn, what do you think I am? A cash machine?

Ye Qiu glared at the Changmei Master and asked for a price: "Fifty million!"

In an instant, everyone's eyes fell on Ye Qiu's face.

What does this kid want to do?

Is he going to challenge Mr. Zhang?

"This gentleman bids 50 million, is there anyone else bidding?" When the host spoke, his eyes fell on Mr. Zhang's face.

"Fifty-five million!"

Mr. Zhang smiled and looked calm.

This little money is nothing to him. If he can make the old man smile, then he will get more.

But--

"One hundred million!"

Ye Qiu's second bid shocked the audience again.

Mr. Zhang's face turned gloomy for a moment, and he turned back to look at Ye Qiu coldly: "My grandfather likes Taoist things very much. If you are interested, you'd better not argue with me..."

"500 million!"

"Boy, do you really want to make things difficult for me? I'm warning you, it won't do you any good to offend our Zhang family..."

Ye Qiu didn't even look at Mr. Zhang and directly made the final decision.

"One billion!"

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