308 Raising the Price
Xiang Yin, who was in the private room on the second floor, quickly gave an answer. His well-defined fingers tapped on the b.u.t.ton gently without any hesitation.
Gu Man did not even have time to stop him.
“No matter how high it is, this necklace is not worth this price. Why are you going against them?”
“If you like it, I’ll buy it even if it’s hundreds of millions.”
Xiang Yin’s gaze was like a torch. Facing his burning feelings, Gu Man did not know how to respond and could only turn her head to avoid his gaze.
She opened her mouth, but she did not know what to say. All the words condensed into a short sentence. “Thank you.”
However, she could not hide the strange feeling in her heart. Gu Man lowered her eyes and was at a loss for the inexplicable and turbulent emotions in her mind. Her throat rolled slightly and she felt a little hoa.r.s.e.
Xiang Yin retracted his gaze and looked at Zhang Yue, who was downstairs like a clown. His expression changed.
“Have you decided to go against the Zhang Family to the end?”
Xiang Yin could not help but sneer when he heard Zhang Yue’s words to save his own ego.
What even was the Zhang Family? Was it because the four great families had not appeared for too long that the small families below thought too highly of themselves?
He disdained to argue with Zhang Yue. This silent posture was a blatant provocation in Zhang Yue’s eyes.
He snorted and sat back in his seat to look at Gu Rou beside him. His compet.i.tiveness kept rising.
How could they let him lose face in front of a woman?
Without thinking, Zhang Yue hit the b.u.t.ton beside his seat and raised the price again.
The woman on the stage was already beaming with joy. She did not expect that this ordinary necklace could be sold for nearly ten million yuan.
When the hammer hit the disc, there was no hesitation. The woman looked straight in the direction of the second floor, waiting for the other party to raise the price again.
As expected, he did not disappoint them. He had already pressed the b.u.t.ton the second Zhang Yue pressed it.
Such a calm and composed att.i.tude formed a sharp contrast with Zhang Yue’s gritted teeth.
The price of the necklace gradually approached ten million yuan. It had to be known that there were still better goods that had yet to appear. This ordinary necklace was really not worth ten million.
Zhang Yue was furious. His eyes darted around. He knew that he probably could not take down this necklace, but even so, he had to disgust the people on the second floor.
Who asked him to not give him face and still fight with him?
Therefore, he pressed the b.u.t.ton without thinking and confidently believed that Xiang Yin would continue to follow.
As he had expected, the moment he pressed the b.u.t.ton, Xiang Yin followed.
In this way, it was not a burden for Zhang Yue to press the b.u.t.ton. The two of them went back and forth, as if they were fighting.
The price of the necklace was getting closer and closer to ten million yuan, which had long exceeded its value.
Zhang Yue pressed the b.u.t.ton beside his seat again. This time, the price of the necklace successfully reached ten million yuan. He was confident that he would cheat Xiang Yin of a large sum of money.
Ever since the necklace approached eight million yuan, he had decided not to take it down. Now, he was only doing this to raise the price and make Xiang Yin bleed.
In the private room, Xiang Yin pressed the b.u.t.ton as usual, but the feeling under his hand was a little strange. He looked down and saw a pair of slender hands intertwined in the gap between the b.u.t.ton. They were as clear as jade. There was a hint of coldness where they touched, but it was an excellent touch.
He was a little stunned and almost subconsciously looked up at Gu Man.
Their hands were clasped together and they could even interlock their fingers with just a slight movement. However, Gu Man was indifferent.
“It’s already ten million. There’s no need to continue raising the price.”
However, Xiang Yin refused to let go. Their fingers intertwined in an instant, and Xiang Yun’s fingertips kept rubbing against the b.u.t.ton.
“But you like it.”
When he said that she liked it, Xiang Yin specially dragged out the last syllable. It sounded a little mellow.