"Hello, Mr. Ye, may I ask, will you be paying by check or card?"
The auctioneer, Yuan Guo, handed the auction item, the Mixed Blood Fruit, to Ye Qingfeng.
At the moment, he also asked a question.
"I have no money!"
Ye Qingfeng said indifferently.
Wow!
As soon as Ye Qingfeng spoke, there was an uproar.
No money?
No money and still dare to bid?
A hundred and fifty million.
That's a huge sum.
It constitutes a serious disruption to the auction.
The auctioneer Yuan Guo, who initially had a smile on his face, stiffened.
"Mr. Ye, you must be joking!"
Yuan Guo forced a smile.
"I never joke."
Ye Qingfeng's calm voice echoed throughout the venue.
This time, Ye Qingfeng's assertive voice.
Immediately caused the entire venue to erupt.
"Mr. Ye, you are disrupting the order of the auction house."
Yuan Guo's beautiful eyes also carried a hint of anger.
In fact, in her auction career, she had rarely encountered such a situation.
