He also roared: "Golden Island, Tao Xiaotian, 810 billion."

The organizer followed suit and said, "Mrs. Tang is 100 billion, effective!"

"What?

efficient?"

Song Wansan shook his body when he heard this, and then his head shook, as if he was about to faint. He grabbed the chair tightly before he did not fall down.

But he seemed to have been aged ten years old, and his eyes were unprecedentedly dull.

In the eyes of many people, he was hit hard.

Bao Qianyun was about to come forward to check, but Ye Fan reached out and grabbed her.

"The first time is 810 billion, the second time is 810 billion!"

The host was so excited that he raised the hammer: "Is anyone who raised the price?

Should Mr. Song bid?”

Song Wansan did not react at all, as if a piece of wood was poking in place.

Tao Xiaotian laughed loudly: "Don't call him, he has no money, no money."

The host shouted regretfully: "The first time is 810 billion, the second time is 810 billion."

"The third time is 810 billion."

"Bang--" The host fell down the wooden hammer and roared: "President Tao, win the Golden Island, the property rights have been 50 years, congratulations!"

Tao Tongdao and his group were immediately roaring with joy, and their voices were so loud that they almost overturned the roof.

Tao Xiaotian also waved his fists repeatedly: "I won, I won!"

"Ah——" At this moment, Song Wansan's body trembled and he squirted into the sky.

Pounce! A stream of blood spurted out.

Song Wansan fell straight to the ground, unable to say anything sad and helpless.

"Mr. Song, Mr. Song!"

"Grandpa, grandpa!"

When the members of the Song clan roared and hugged Song Wansan, Ye Fan also rushed over from the seat.
Chapter completed!