Leng Xingshuang spoke with discontent.
"It's just the beginning." Leng Shan remained very calm.
Leng Xingshuang snatched the number paddle from the bidding assistant's hand and leaned out of the window: "2.5 billion."
Someone in the crowd continually increased the bid by 100 million.
Leng Xingshuang was furious, they were in a very passive position—it was a bottomless pit.
"3 billion."
Someone leisurely raised the paddle: "3.1 billion."
A young man in a white suit, sitting in an inconspicuous corner.
Leng Xingshuang glared at the man and gritted her teeth, "3.5 billion."
The audience clicked their tongues in astonishment.
Truly, the Leng family is as wealthy as a nation.
At this moment, a mechanical voice from the number 2 box echoed: "5 billion."
The crowd gasped audibly.
The young man in white raised an eyebrow, looking towards the window of the number 2 box on the second floor.
Leng Xingshuang was livid, "Grandpa, I think he's intentionally opposing us."
