Chapter 119

"Wow!" There was an uproar.

1.5 billion! Two hundred million in one breath.

This is two hundred million, not 20 million, not even 2000 yuan.

This price increase is different from that of Wang Zhihe, because the price was a little low at that time, even if it was a little more.

But now it has soared to 1.3 billion, an increase of 200 million. It can be said that the number is huge. How can it be described as a Hao word.

Situ Mo is not Hubi. Judging from the signs of this auction of advanced grass, Zhang Ziwen is determined to win. Don't say 1.5 billion, even 2 billion will go.

Since you want to go, why don't you let him do more?

Pit? yes! It's a pit! Blatant pit!

"Situ Mo, others don't know your strength. Don't I know? Do you have 1.5 billion? Dare to bid indiscriminately! " Zhang Ziwen was furious.

"You're just the general manager of a small company and your fiancee's job. 1.5 billion? I don't know who gives you the courage to shout out. "

"It's not a joke. Do you have ten million in your pocket? If you don't appreciate it, increase prices indiscriminately, and don't know what's good or bad. "

Zhang Zi is so angry!

In fact, his anger can be understood. The advanced grass that could have won a little more than a billion was disturbed by a man and added another 300 million. Now the decision is made immediately, and another situ Mo comes out.

"Mr. Gu, I suspect this guy doesn't have 1.5 billion at all. He's completely engaged in sabotage." Zhang Ziwen blushed.

"Oh? If someone auctions it and doesn't give the price, Feiyu villa won't give up. " Gu Feiyu said to situ Mo, the meaning of which was very obvious.

"Don't worry, I still have 1.5 billion." Situ Mo said lazily.

I don't know how he keeps calm. Where is 1.5 billion?

"Second villa leader, please don't worry. If Mr. situ can't get 1.5 billion, I still have the Wang family“ Wang Zhihe stood up and interposed.

This sentence represents far-reaching significance, obviously standing in line.

This also represents that the Wang family has always been the opposite of the Zhangjia family.

I don't know what Wang Zhihe thinks. Is it too hasty to make such a decision?

I hope his choice is right.

Zhao Qingcheng thought and raised his head, "and I, Zhao Qingcheng!"

Situ Mo looked at them in amazement, shook his head and smiled bitterly. As for what he thought, only he knew.

"Zhang Ziwen, do you think I don't have 1.5 billion now?" Situ Mo said faintly.

"You... You..." Zhang Ziwen bit his teeth.

"Do you want to? If not, the advanced grass will be mine. "

"1.6 billion!" Zhang Ziwen's anger belongs to anger, but advanced grass is determined to win.

Because Zhangjia now has a master who needs to break through the congenital environment. As long as he can break through, Zhangjia has three congenital environments, and the overall strength is higher.

Not to mention in Huahai, looking at the whole Qingliu Province, you can also rank in the top five, or even the top three!

"1.7 billion!" Situ Mo replied again.

"1.8 billion!"

"2.5 billion!"

Play big, situ Mo, this is to play big rhythm.

"Wow, this boy is crazy. 2.5 billion has exceeded the price of advanced grass itself."

"Yes, according to the transaction price of advanced grass in previous years, it is generally about one billion, and there won't be much difference."

"Shit! Two fools! 2.5 billion to buy grass, I'm also drunk. " One man urn sound urn airway.

"You know a fart. It's not grass, it's treasure."

"The treasure is just a grass."

"Don't be wordy. It's a big war today. Let's just watch it at ease. It's an immortal fight. It's more than 20 billion. How much does it cost to change it into cash? "

……

Zhang Ziwen's face was gloomy and embarrassed, like the rainstorm in June. It's like eating shit.

He is considering whether to increase the price. Grandpa left the matter to himself, just to test whether he could become the next generation successor.

It must be done well to satisfy the old man. Only in this way can one's position be more solid and the identity of the heir be unbreakable.

Situ Mo is gambling that Zhang Ziwen will continue to increase the price, otherwise more than 20 billion will be smashed in his hand.

The so-called hero is defeated by a penny. Situ Mo was an Immortal Emperor in his previous life and was above all sentient beings. Now he is just an ordinary person. He has more than 2 billion yuan. I really don't know where to do it.

"Zhang Ziwen, I advise you to give up. I'm determined to win this advanced grass. I'll win even three billion. Don't overestimate yourself." Situ Mojia took the fire way. The timing was well controlled and subtle.

"You should be the one who overestimates himself? You are only the general manager of a small company. Even the son-in-law of the Xiao family is not qualified to fight against me. I now pay $3 billion. " Zhang Ziwen hated, and his eyes were as sharp as hungry wolves. He wanted to come forward and tear up situ mo.

"3.5 billion!" Situ Mo shouted again.

Crazy. Outsiders definitely think situ Mo is crazy.

But he knew it well. Taking advantage of Zhang Ziwen's loss of mind and reason, he set him more and more.

Will Zhang Ziwen increase the price or not? Will you put it on?

"Four billion!" Zhang Ziwen's eyes were red and his voice roared.

"Four billion, so much? Then give it to you. " Situ Mo stopped in time. If he didn't stop, he might fall into his own hands.

Zhang Ziwen's money should not exceed 5 billion. If he increases the price, he can only say that he jumped into the fire pit.

"Hahaha! Situ Mo, if you try to be strong, you can't be strong! You're far from playing with me. " Zhang Ziwen said madly.

"Sha Bi, I just want to pit you more. I really think I lack a grass." Situ Mo said faintly.

"What are you talking about?"

"I said you were a bad pen. You were kicked by a donkey three times in a row. I just teased you. I took it seriously."

"I admire you very much for buying grass for four billion yuan. It is said that the most transaction price in the market in previous years was about one billion. You quadrupled it. Sure enough, it was awesome. I'm not interested in that grass at all. It's useless to auction it, so I'd better give it to you. " Situ Mo shrugged and said leisurely.

"You... Poof!" Zhang Ziwen's Qi and blood attack the heart and can't help spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Angry!

"Brother Wen, what's the matter with you?" Xie Changbin next to him held him and said with concern.

"Situ Mo, I want you to die." Zhang Ziwen hated lingran. He not only robbed the goddess in his mind, but also was fooled like a monkey in full view of the public today.

"By you? Two words for you: ha ha! " Situ Mo's mouth was unforgiving and his contempt was quite obvious.

"Poof!" Another mouthful of blood spewed out, and then he fainted

"Shit! Brother-in-law, you are so eloquent that you made Zhang Ziwen spit blood without any effort. "