Chapter 172

Jing Zhishen and Jing zhiting sat in their seats. Originally, they also participated in the bidding. After all, they deliberately wanted to take the long necked gourd bottle for Grandpa, but the price increase in room 2 was powerless.

No matter how rich the Jingjia's heritage is, it can't stand to add 100 million to 100 million. It's just for a birthday gift, even though it's an antique.

So when they exceeded 500 million, they backed out. When room 2 directly increased the price to 600 million, they had completely given up.

Finally, window 2 won the "longevity and longevity" long necked gourd bottle at a price of 650 million.

The atmosphere of the whole auction venue was once very high.

Feng Yajun's eyes are bright. It's really a blood boiling auction. When can she go out with a wave of more than a billion like the boss in room 2 without blinking, and let a group of rich collectors with eyes higher than the top gnash their teeth, but there's nothing to do.

Soon, she lowered her eyes and covered the light at the bottom of her eyes.

Sheng Wenqin lowered his voice and said to his father, "Dad, do you think the real boss at window 2 is warm winter?"

Sheng Yixing nodded, "it's very possible."

Since the boss of warm winter came to participate in the auction, he must be interested in one of the commodities. So far, no one has photographed anything in room 3, but he seems to have come to join the fun.

"Dad, haven't we talked about the warm winter project? Haven't you seen the boss?"

Sheng and his party shook their heads. "President Su has always been talking to us. She has high decision-making power. Basically, she can make full decisions with our projects."

At first he thought he could see the mysterious man in power in warm winter, but later he found that he was wrong.

"What about the king family? The king family has also reached cooperation with warm winter. Haven't you seen it?"

Sheng and his party glanced at the lower floor. The king family held a blue gold card and could only sit in the VIP seat below. Unlike them, they had a special VIP room.

"I don't think so."

Sheng Wenqin couldn't help looking up at room 2. The rumored big man was not far above their heads at the moment. He had never been so close.

Then, for the next few commodities, they found that window 2 finally stopped and window 3 didn't bid. The whole auction seemed to return to normal, but the heat didn't decrease.

People can't help thinking that this is a serious auction.

The price of the following commodities is fierce, but the price rise is not fast and lasts for a long time. It is often stuck, not as straightforward as those two games.

An auction soon came to an end. At the moment, what everyone thought was not on the goods to be auctioned, but to meet the boss in room 2.

Many people have guessed that the boss in room 2 should be the boss of warm winter group and the real power holder.

Reporters and the eyes of the rich have long been crowded around the auction site, everywhere are full of eyeliner, even underground garage is no exception.

They thought they could see the true face of the Lushan Mountain, but in fact, they got the news that the man had left long ago.

When and where did you go? No one knows!

Even the boss in room 3 has no news.

It has to be said that Bandung's confidentiality measures are really in place, which makes people bite their teeth and stamp their feet.

Jingdong looked at the Bandung Conference Hall one street away, slightly pulled up the corners of his mouth, turned and walked towards the crowd.

"Miss Jing?"

A familiar voice stopped her and made her turn back suddenly.