"Minmin, what's this all about?" Qilin asked Zhao Min in surprise, "Wasn't your budget just fifty million?"
"Hehe, I just don't want Song Yun to reap all the benefits," Zhao Min replied, "He's only stepping in now, obviously aiming for this item, and I bet it's that little vixen around him who wants it. So, I'm going to fiercely raise the price and see how far he can go. Haha, anyway, I won't let him have it easily!"
"Just don't anger him any further!" Qilin suddenly thought of his brother Kunpeng's words.
"Bah, fair competition, there's no such thing as angering someone. I want this item badly, what's he going to do about it?" Zhao Min snorted coldly.
"Well, deal with it yourself then," Qilin sighed.
Song Yun, on the other hand, was casually chatting with Hua Qingcheng beside him. From Qilin's angle, they seemed to be having a very pleasant conversation!
