President Wife is Pretty and Cool

"Forty million!"

Lin Cheng shocked the audience with a price.

Forty million per herb?

Some people can't believe that this herb is so valuable. Although it is said that there is a magic drug, there is no real magic drug in this world, but it is just a money-making gimmick.

"Forty-one million!"

Lan Anran said loudly, his voice was neither overbearing nor overbearing.

"Add it directly to 80 million!"

Mo Jinrong said calmly.

"Master Rong, what exactly are you going to use this grass for? It costs so much money?"

Mo San frowned and said.

"Where are you so much nonsense, if you ask you to add it, you can add it!"

Mo Jinrong said impatiently.

"80 million!"

Mo San shouted at the stage with his throat.

The frying pan was off the stage, and a piece of grass was fired to 80 million. Even if they wanted to increase it, they couldn't keep up with the price.

hateful!

Lin Cheng has already photographed a lot of collections just now, and if this continues, he really won't have money.

"Master Lin, we really don't have much money."

The little assistant braved the guts to remind.

"I know, you don't need to say!"

Lin Cheng said impatiently.

"85 million!"

Lan Anran held up a placard over there, making Lin Cheng look anxious.

"Nine million!"

There was another fare increase from upstairs, and everyone sighed.

"Oh my God!"

"I don't know which rich owner is it?"

"Is this at auction, or is it competing?"

Lan Anran was fidgeting at this time, she frowned and looked at the people upstairs.

This is someone who doesn't have eyesight wanting to grab something from her.

Since he wants to play, the old lady will play with him!

"One hundred million!"

Lan Anran said that the clouds are light and the wind is light, but the pot is fried in the field. This is the first time that the Liuxiang Pavilion has sold more than 100 million things twice, but it is really rare!

"Crazy crazy! A hundred million? Rong Ye, Zhao Lei doesn't know how much money is at home, right?"

Mo San said in surprise.

"Although Zhao Lei's family is a mining farm, he just took one hundred million and took it out? Is the mining farm so rich?"

Mo Jinrong brows Zou Chengchuan's word has been said.

Lin Cheng was powerless at this time, and he never dared to increase the price even if he was rich, he couldn't stand the toss.

"Who is that? I dare to speak big words. I know that Rongcheng can come up with a hundred million dollars, but who is the prodigal son?"

He looked at Lan Anran and asked in a puzzled way.

"It seems to be the son of a mine owner, but I don't know that the mine owner is so rich. I'm afraid it's a masonry mine?"

The little assistant said enviously.

"The mine owner's son? I really can't help myself, but if I can't spend that much money, I'll get into trouble."

This Liuxiang Pavilion is not a place where you can come in and leave if you want to come in. If you can’t afford to pay, you will be bankrupted and you will have to pay for selling blood and kidneys. Even if the mine owner sells the mine, I’m afraid there will be none Billion, right?

Lin Cheng thought with great disdain that there are so many people pretending to be x in these years.

"One hundred million once! One hundred million twice! Is there anything else to add?"

The host asked.

"One hundred and fifty million!"

Mo San upstairs is trembling when he speaks, so he can buy a piece of grass with so much money?

Lan Anran continued to increase the price without blinking, but did not hear the phone ringing at all.

"Two hundred million!"

what?

"Two hundred million? Am I right? It's terrible!"

The Ms. Yi nearby said in surprise.

"This Zhao Lei is crazy, right? He doesn't have the money to stay in the Xiangge, but he won't let him go."

Mo San said in surprise.

"Two hundred and fifty million! He doesn't know that the sky is great, I will teach him!"

Mo Jinrong said playfully, with a smirk at the corner of his mouth.

"Two hundred fifty million!"

Mo San shouted.

Lan Anran and Zou raised his brows. Is this guy no longer playing?

She doesn't have the money in Cary.

Lan Anran raised the sign and said.

"Sorry, I asked for a break!"

"This gentleman asks for a break, so let's take a five-minute break!"

The host said.

Lan Anran got up and walked to the outside of the box, and said respectfully to the inside.

"Sorry, I am determined to get this fennel herb. I hope this photographer can give it to me."

There was silence for a long time without an echo.

"Sir, I really need this fennel herb. I hope you can give it to me."

Lan Anran said again.

Mo Jinrong felt that this voice was a bit familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere, he frowned and said.

"Sorry, we still bid fair. This is an auction. How can there be comity? The higher the price. I think there is nothing wrong with it. If you get it, then we will compare it."

At this point, Lan Anran has nothing to say. Since she wants to compare, then she will go all out. If there is no way, she will grab the fennel.

She turned away angrily and returned to her position to sit down.

"Do you think this sound is a bit familiar?"

Mo Jinrong asked.

"It's kind of, it seems... Lan Anran's voice."

Mo Sanyi awakened the person in his dream, Mo Jinrong's eyes suddenly widened, and he looked at the person in front of him incredulously. The voice and back figure indeed seemed to be Lan Anran!

But here is Liuxiang Pavilion. The security and confidentiality measures are extremely strict. How can she get in?