At this moment, Wen Meimei suddenly felt somewhat anxious.
Although Qiao Chengxun had verbally promised to get the painting for her, the price had soared to 320 million. Would he suddenly give up on the bid?
Just as she was lost in her chaotic thoughts, a few seconds later, Qiao Chengxun leisurely raised his paddle, his expression cool.
The auctioneer exclaimed, "Bidder number one, 340 million."
Damn!
Wen Meimei wanted to slap herself; she didn't know what she was worrying about. Qiao Chengxun seemed to have no intention of giving up on the bid at all.
With this thought, she couldn't help but look towards the spiteful big shot not far away.
Jiu Yanchen, had he gone mad as well?
It had already gone up to 340 million. Let's see if he follows!
She saw Jiu Yanchen twist his brows and continue to raise his paddle.
"Bidder number five, 350 million!"
"Bidder number one, 360 million!"
...
"Bidder number five, 390 million!"
"Bidder number one, 400 million!"