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Chapter 559(2/2)

Moreover, they are all handmade by celebrities.

These things have no possibility of preserving their value.

As long as she takes action, Chen Feng will still take action to cut off Hu.

So far, she has not participated in it at all.

If this spreads out, I'm afraid the media will say that she is a stubborn person who never pulls out a dime.

"Ms. Jiang, the auction is almost over. Do you have no money?"

"If you don't have any money, I can lend you some."

Chen Feng said with a gentle expression.

"You bastard, believe it or not, I will kill you."

"Why are you going against me, why!"

Jiang Caimeng suddenly stood up and shouted at Chen Feng as if he was going crazy.

Seeing that this crazy woman was about to pounce, several people nearby immediately pulled her back.

Now, there is only one last piece left, and unfortunately, it happens to be Su Ya's hand-painted painting.

Su Ya also looked a little embarrassed. She didn't expect that the finale would be her painting.

When the painting was projected, her face became even more embarrassed.

After all, she is not a master, she is very self-aware.

"This is the last one. If you don't take a photo, it will be gone."

Chen Feng carried forward the style of doing good things and reminded.

The last one must be taken.

Jiang Caimeng took a deep breath.

"Three hundred thousand."

It’s just a hand-painted painting, it’s worthless, so no one will bid on it, right?

"three million."

Chen Feng raised his hand and said.

Jiang Caimeng was itching her teeth with hatred.

"five million."

"No money?

Why add so little?”

Chen Feng glanced at her and raised his hand again, "Ten million."

Damn, damn.

Jiang Caimeng's eyes turned red and he directly increased it to 10 million.

Since he is destined to be embarrassed and simply not participate, then let Chen Feng go bankrupt.

She had no intention of wanting this painting, not to mention that it was Su Ya's painting.

nausea.

"Twenty million!"

Jiang Caimeng raised his hand and shouted loudly.

Aren't you very capable?

Don't you like to cut off beards?

For a painting, I will pay you 100 million to see if you feel sorry for it.

"thirty million."

This time, Chen Feng still had a smile on his face.

He looked at Jiang Caimeng with a smile.

"If you don't have any money, I'll lend it to you."

He emphasized again.

Jiang Caimeng flashed a cold light, it was now, the last price increase, asking Chen Feng to buy a useless hand-painted painting at a high price.

"Fifty million."

"If you have the ability, come on."

She looked at Chen Feng provocatively.

"Fifty million, the first time, fifty million the second time...is there any higher price?"

The host's voice was extremely excited.

Fifty million, definitely the highest price paid tonight.

"If not, then it's a deal..."

Jiang Caimeng was obviously panicked after hearing what the host said.

"Increase the price, why don't you increase it?"

Chen Feng shrugged, "Why should I increase the price? Only a fool would buy a handmade painting worth 50 million."

He shook his head and looked at Jiang Caimeng with a caring look.

Jiang Caimeng spurted out a mouthful of old blood, his vision went black, and he fainted.

My heart is bleeding.
Chapter completed!
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