Ten million?
To be invited to this private auction in Luo Chengdong, anyone without a wealth of billions wouldn't dare to come.
Su Han only brought ten million?
"Mr. Su, you only brought ten million?" Gao Yang couldn't help but ask. He was actually quite pleased; if Su Han truly didn't have enough money, he could help, which would be an opportunity to repay a favor.
When it comes to other matters, he really can't help Su Han.
"Isn't it enough?" Su Han asked in surprise. "I estimated a few million would suffice, so I prepared ten million."
A thing like Nine Turns Qilin Grass, no matter how precious, you need someone who appreciates it. Besides him and Old Zhang, who else would understand it?
Gao Yang couldn't help but laugh, and before he could speak, a slightly mocking voice came from the next room.
"Bringing ten million to an auction, almost made me laugh to death. Where did this country bumpkin come from, is this a joke?"
