"I bid 550,000!"
"600,000!"
"750,000!"
"....."
Soon, the price of the painting soared past a million.
But for some of those present, this sum was merely the price of a small toy.
Just as the time seemed right, Jiang Li leisurely raised her bidding paddle.
"Five million."
Jin Siyue: ? ? ?
"You fucking crazy? Where is this trash painting worth five million?"
Jiang Li smirked slightly, "Indeed, it's not. But does Young Master Jin lack even five million?"
"Ha, what a joke!" Jin Siyue's face full of disdain. "How could this young master not have five million!"
As he said this, he gave a signal to his assistant with his eyes, "Take it."
"Understood, young master."
[Damn, Sister Li is this tough? Really daring to ask for it?]
[Will Jiang Li really not end up with Jin Siyue settling the score with her...]
Even Su Yinwan beside them frowned slightly.
What exactly was she trying to do?
But on second thought, her mood recovered.
