Cloud-Light Bidding

Hua Qiang nodded. "Fine!"

How could he possibly refuse such a good deal?

"Everyone!"

The cheongsam-clad auctioneer gave a seductive smile, then swept her gaze over everyone present. "I trust you have all rested well, or replenished your funds. Let us continue the auction for this bottle of Giant Crocodile Blood!"

"The previous price has already soared to 358 million. Is there anyone else present who wishes to raise the bid?"

"If no one continues bidding, then this bottle of Giant Crocodile Blood will go to the honored guest in the third-floor Profound suite!"

"360 million!" Hua Qiang calmly entered a string of numbers and named his price as lightly as drifting clouds and a gentle breeze.

The entire auction hall seemed to have had its pause button pressed. It was so quiet that the sound of an embroidered needle falling to the ground could have been heard.

Everyone's eyes turned toward Hua Qiang. They had never imagined that someone in the main hall would name a price—and such an astronomical figure at that.

Wasn't this supposed to be a price range controlled only by the mysterious figures in those eight VIP rooms on the third floor?

Since when?

Could people in the main hall also throw away fortunes with a single gesture? No, this should be called throwing away billions with a single gesture!

"Earlier, this kid seemed to have been taken away by the auction house supervisor. Now that he's just returned, he's suddenly throwing money around like a tyrant. Who knows what happened in between, or whether they made some sort of deal?"

"Hehe, you don't know, but I saw it clearly. That little brother directly took out something, and then an attendant hurriedly rushed toward the supervisor's office. It must have been some extraordinary treasure!"

"Now