At this moment, Gu Xiao.
He was already "playing dead" on the floor, eyes closed, his vision pitch-black.
Let me sort this out.
Liu Di had transferred 3.5 billion euros to my card bit by bit?
Then that foolish old man went all-in for me?
And Liu Di said it was a betrothal gift?
3.5 billion like it was nothing? Just how rich is Liu Di?
Heh, this is too easy to judge. There's no other possibility.
I must be dreaming.
And it feels pretty real, too.
Gu Xiao gave a calm, bitter laugh. "Time to wake up."
Then he slowly opened his eyes and, quite fittingly, stretched lazily. The instant he saw his surroundings clearly, it was as though he had been struck by lightning.
He was still at the Picasso Auction Center.
Nearly a hundred top-tier tycoons surrounded him, all wearing excited expressions as they stared wide-eyed at him.
From afar, the elderly man in white gloves bowed to him—Sir, were you satisfied with my service?
Meanwhile, Joyce, the young man from the European Nation, had already fainted on the spot from anger and humiliation, then been carried away by his subordinates.
His gaze shifted.
On the auction stage, President Brown's eye twitched as he slowly asked, "3.5 billion, second call."
Thud.
Gu Xiao fainted again.
"3.5 billion, third call. Sold."
President Brown brought down the hammer heavily, but his expression was rather grim. The situation before him had far exceeded his expectations.
He immediately turned around and frowned at his subordinate. "Go investigate that brat's background at once. No matter how I look at him, he doesn't seem like a good person."
Twenty minutes later, Gu Xiao woke again, only to find himself lying on an expensive sofa in a VIP reception room.
Before his eyes was