He looked at Guo Xiangxiang and the others helplessly, and Xiang Jinbao smiled and said, "I said, two ladies, don't you need those pieces of paper? Why don't I give it to you?"

"You are stupid, you want it six million, you want it." Deng Yi said.

"But you just now..."

"Oh, we were just kidding." Guo Xiangxiang said.

"You, you..."

"Young Master Xiang, you really have no money, right? If you really don't have it, you can leave. I guess no one here dares to stop you! But our sisters are naturally kind-hearted and must tell you that if you leave without paying, tomorrow's headlines will probably be tonight!"

Xiang Jinbao was helpless and sat down, waved to the man on the stage with heartache. The wooden hammer in the man's hand hit the man and said, "Young Master Xiang bought three pieces of Qing Dynasty books for six million yuan. Congratulations, congratulations, this is an antique."

Xiang Jinbao cursed in his heart: "You are the antique, your whole family is the antique!"

"Congratulations, congratulations to Xiang Shab, I bought three pieces of waste paper for 6 million. What do you think can this paper be used for? Use it on a large size, or fold a plane to play? Haha..."

"Xiangxiang, don't laugh at Mr. Xiang. I heard that the last auction item today is the legendary 'angel tears'. It was worn by the Queen of England in the 15th century. We must take it down today."

"Yes, yes, isn't this exactly what we are here today."
Chapter completed!