Jiang Siming not only refused to raise the bid—he had even started taking out his phone to play mobile games.
The secretary beside him also began fiddling with her phone. The two of them lowered their heads, each playing with her own phone, without the slightest intention of looking up at the bidding.
After pausing for a moment, the host began calling out the bids.
"70.1 billion, once!"
Boss Zong panicked, and so did Young Miss Zong.
They had assumed that, given Jiang Siming's personality, he certainly wouldn't give up and would inevitably raise the bid again.
But who would have thought he would start playing on his phone?
He had even loudly asked Ma Manman whether she had time to go eat later.
"70.1 billion, twice!"
The host's voice was like a death knell, making the father and daughter of the Zong Family break out in a cold sweat.
"Look at what you've done!" Boss Zong roared furiously, the veins on his neck bulging with rage.
"Dad, I know I was wrong. What do we do now?"
All of Young Miss Zong's arrogance and conceit had vanished. She was left completely helpless, placing all her hopes in her father.
Boss Zong had no choice. He quickly rose from his chair and ran to Jiang Siming's chair at the fastest speed of his life.
"President Jiang, it's all my daughter's fault for being ignorant. I apologize to you on her behalf. Look, if you want this plot of land, we absolutely won't snatch it from you. Raise the bid once more—just call out 70.2 billion. I'll cover the remaining 200 million for you."
Boss Zong spoke urgently. Clearly, he could never accept the reality of spending more than 70 billion on a plot of land.
Although ABB Group was worth