I used online loans to give gifts to the anchor, and he just said "baby"?

He didn't believe it.

Gu Chi shook his head and looked at Shi Xu.

At this moment, Shixu's gaze fell on Wen Wan, and he was completely focused on her, like a "wife-watching stone".

But Gu Chi still saw a hint of doubt in his eyes.

He considered it.

Could it be that Shi Xu suspected that the person who put No. 53 Jingjiao up for auction was Wen Wan?

It's not impossible. Since Wen Wan can let Luo Mingchuan take the position of executive president of W Group, he may be able to do such a thing.

If that were the case, what was Wen Wan's purpose? She wouldn't do something like this for no reason.

If she's not seeking profit, then there must be something fishy going on.

Here, Father Luo saw No. 53 Beijing Suburbs, which he had been thinking about, on the big screen, and glanced at Luo Mingchuan who was not far away.

The first thought in his mind was to prevent Luo Mingchuan from doing anything bad.

The project of No. 53 Beijing Suburbs is very large, and as the executive president of Luo Mingchuan W Group, he has no right to decide to auction it.

Whether it can be put up for auction at the midsummer auction must be decided by the board of directors of W Group.

Why did the W Group’s board of directors make such a decision? Father Luo fell into deep thought.

Before he could think more, He Mu on the stage had already finished his introduction, "W Group has commissioned the first lot, the starting price is 100 billion, and the bid must not be less than 1 million at a time. Please bid."

As soon as He Mu finished speaking, people in the audience raised their signs almost at the same time, making it difficult to tell what price was being bid.

As an auctioneer who has seen many ups and downs, He Mu faced this situation calmly. "VIPs with bids above 140 billion, please raise your paddles. Thank you. Number 19, bid 145 billion."

"..."

There was another round of fierce competition. He Mu demonstrated the qualities of an excellent auctioneer and tried his best to let every bid go through his mouth.

"It seems everyone is very interested in Lot No. 1. The price has now reached 189 billion."

After exceeding 180 billion, the number of people bidding decreased significantly and the number of bids raised became sparse.

The people sitting in the audience are all thousand-year-old foxes.

Since the items purchased in this stage must be paid for on the spot, those who fail to pay will be double punished by the Alliance. Those who are powerless or have difficulty in cash turnover will silently put down their hands and it will be impossible for them to get a bargain.

I secretly regretted it in my heart. If this could be paid in installments, who wouldn't want to argue for it?

The land at No. 53 in the suburbs of Beijing is money in hand, but the Tongmenghui has a rigid requirement and no one dares to disobey it.

Those who violate the rules will be kicked out of Kyoto at the very least, and at the worst their shopping malls will be attacked. The consequences of being attacked are self-evident.

Even the powerful and wealthy who did not develop in Kyoto were not immune.

Wen Wan leaned gently on the back of the soft sofa, a faint smile on his lips, watching everyone scrambling for the item, his eyes vaguely sweeping over Luo's father.

When the price reached 400 billion, Luo's father finally raised his bid. There was no reason for him not to eat the piece of meat that was right in front of him at No. 53 Beijing Suburbs.

"Number 4, the Luo family, bid 405 billion."

As soon as He Mu finished speaking, Qi Sili's hand, which he wanted to raise, was pressed down by Gu Chi. The latter didn't understand why and his eyes were full of confusion.

Gu Chi leaned close to Qi Sili's ear and said something. The latter's expression changed. He glanced in Wen Wan's direction and put down the license plate in his hand.

After Mr. Luo finished quoting the price, no one in the venue made any more bids.

Although 405 billion is not close to the estimated price by the public, it is already a very high price. If the profit margin of a project is compressed at the foundation, it cannot be called a good project.

Besides, few forces have such a large cash flow.

Therefore, most people who were interested in the No. 53 plot of land in the suburbs of Beijing chose to give up.

"Congratulations to Patriarch Luo! The title of Kyoto's Cash King is well-deserved."

"Congratulations, Master Luo, this piece of land has been the highest bid today."

"405 billion! The ten great families of Kyoto are truly worthy of their reputation. There's absolutely no comparison. By comparison, we all seem like small fry."

Congratulations came from all directions. Father Luo smiled and bowed to everyone, "Thank you for your kindness."