When the auction price for the Yuan Big head reached 8000 yuan,
it stopped.
No one is willing to spend money on something without profit.
"8000, second time!"
Zheng Yunfeng looked at Jiang Yitong, what's your deal?
Why aren't you bidding?
Miss, hurry and throw some money in!
And Ma Dandy, didn't you say you would be a big influencer with millions in annual income?
Hurry up and bid!
Zheng Yunfeng's resentful gaze moved back and forth between the two, like a widow in mourning for 18 years.
"Ten Thousand Yuan!"
Lin Baici raised his hand to bid.
Whoosh!
Everyone glanced over, then continued chatting.
Such small money doesn't attract attention!
Professor Tan, who was looking down and reading documents on his phone, looked up and showed a hint of interest upon seeing Lin Baici bidding.
Ma Ming turned his head, looked at Lin Baici, smiled, and then bid, "Fifteen thousand!"
Lin Baici didn't bid immediately.
"What? Just fifteen thousand and you're backing off?"
