Perhaps it was really what the reporters told me that this guy was unrelenting and turned his attention to other warships.

"One 59 million, the second time..."

No matter how slow the auctioneer spoke, he could only slap the bullet and shout it out the second time.

Mitsuki's face turned green. He was really frightened. He wanted to raise the price for Liu Qingshan, but as he carried it, he suddenly realized that he was in a sedan chair.

Does this count as shooting oneself in the foot?

Even the politicians in Nikolayev's city looked ugly: If I had known this, what kind of auction would be? Wouldn't it be better to sell it for 190 million yuan?

Now that I have made such a big show, I still lose money in the end. It really makes people laugh.

These people don’t understand: Which of the people who participated in the auction is not a big family, why did they all become stingy when they arrived at the scene?

These Russians are still too closed to the news and do not understand the true intentions of these people. Otherwise, they would not be so optimistic at the beginning.

Hilton, who proposed to auction this method, couldn't help but reach out and wipe his sloppy head, cursing in his heart:

These playboys have failed to succeed and have more than enough failure.

Hilton knew very well: Liu Qingshan must have ambitions for the aircraft carrier.

But these children of the family are still too young. They can't judge the situation clearly and act timidly, making it difficult to achieve great things.

What kind of cruisers are just smoke bombs released by others. Do you have no such judgment?

Now, if this situation comes to an end, even if he comes up with his ideas, he will have to complain.

In Hilton's eyes, these senior executives of Xiao Wu were also a group of smeared eggs.

But this is also good, and it is more convenient for you to fool yourself in the future.

The people present had their own thoughts, and the most painful thing was Mitsuiki.

The cold sweat on his head fell down, and if it weren't for the public, he would have wanted to kneel down:

Please, can you just add a small price? OK!

At this time, Liu Qingshan turned his head and nodded to Mitsuiki with a smile: "Miki, congratulations."

At this moment, Liu Qingshan's smile was so terrifying in Mitsui Mu's eyes, as if it was the smile of a devil.

"159 million, first..."

Just as the auctioneer had no choice but to raise the hammer and was about to fall, someone finally raised the sign again, and an extremely vicissitudes of voice sounded at the scene:

"I'll add one million."

Everyone seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and Mitsuiki felt even more relieved and collapsed into her seat, breathing in the air.

Everyone looked at the sign-raising person, but it was the black man over fifty years old. This was his first bid.

There was a lot of discussion at the scene, as if they were inquiring about the origin of the black man.

The reporters were very powerful and had extensive knowledge, and soon someone recognized them, so a name began to spread quickly on the scene: Mandela.

That's right, it's the leader of South Africa, but he is not the president yet and his reputation is not widely circulated like later generations.

The auctioneer was also excited again: "One hundred and sixty million, Mr. No. 25 bid for one hundred and sixty million, are there any other bids?"

Liu Qingshan turned his head and nodded to President Man. The two of them had met once and had a great conversation.

However, he was a competitor on the court, and Liu Qingshan took the initiative and raised the sign in his hand: "Add one million."
Chapter completed!