Dong Xuebin did not hesitate, "Three million!"

Sein Fei’s bonus is 12,000, while Dong Xuebin’s bonus is one million to one million. You can tell the difference immediately.

Seinfeld was immediately choked, the words stuck in his throat, and he still didn't bid again for a long time. Three million? Paralysis! Are you fucking crazy? Seinfeld almost cursed, aren't you a state cadre? Three million? What?

You're richer than me? What kind of fucking state cadre are you? Of course he didn't make any more bids. How much money can he earn from one business? Three million? This has already exceeded his bottom line!

In the end, this painting was sold for 3 million!

Dong Xuebin smiled and went up to get the words with Xie Huilan.

Everyone, you look at me and I look at you, and they all inhale frequently.

Only the leading cadres of Fenzhou City were not surprised at all. Instead, they looked at Sein Fei with a strange look, and they were all a little speechless.

Are you really good enough to challenge the God of Plague without asking any questions?

Dong Xuebin’s wealth disclosure is only 100 million, which is still in cash. No matter how rich you are, if your assets are several hundred million, they are still bank loans and fixed assets. But Dong Xuebin can easily take out as little as 100 million in cash, let alone

Three million, even thirty million people can afford it! How can you compare with others?

Really sick!

You have nothing to do. Why are you challenging him?
Chapter completed!