President, Mrs. is dancing on your grave with five little babies.

But this is not a good thing for Song Runian.

The auction items that everyone is enthusiastic about are often fired at a price that exceeds the actual value.

"Miss Bian," Song Runian pressed the earphone with his hand, "What's the highest price you can afford?"

"One billion!" Bian Guanyue replied, "If one billion is not enough, then [-] million, as long as you help me get it within this price, it will be fine."

Song Runian was silent.

"Is there a problem, Anne?"

Of course there is a problem!

"I checked the transaction price of this lot ten years ago, and it happened to be the starting price today, so it is normal for this lot to be sold within [-] million yuan today."

Like Bian Guanyue said [-] million yuan, it already belongs to people's stupid money.

Very not worth it!

After all, although the siren's tear is very rare, it is essentially just a pearl of the opposite sex.

With that [-] billion, if you rent a small island to raise seawater pearls, and specially cultivate that kind of pearls, you will definitely succeed, and you can also get other types of pearls.

But Bian Guanyue insisted, "I really like this Siren's Tears. Besides, the value of the lot is determined by people. I think it's worth [-] billion, so it's worth it!"

Well, hearing what he said means that he is determined to get the Siren's Tears.

Song Runian was only here to raise the placard on his behalf, and he shouldn't influence Guan Yue's thoughts.

Since persuasion was useless, she shut up.

In short, within the scope of her ability, it would be nice to help get it at a low price.

But for some reason, the other bidders seem to be against her on purpose, no matter how much she bids, someone will always follow her.

Not much follow, just 100 million.

Purely disgusting!

Song Runian was not stupid, and realized that he had met a professional price hiker.

There's no point in going on like this.

She glanced at the current bid.

Five hundred and sixty-five million.

do my best!

"Six hundred million, if someone follows after me, I will raise another one hundred million to prove to everyone that I really want it, and I hope everyone will bear the pain to give it up."

The words have already been released, if anyone is still blindly raising the price by 100 million at this time, then it is deliberately targeting Song Runian.

Doing this kind of thing in front of everyone is purely corrupting one's character.

So, no one said anything.

The bidder hammered three times, "Congratulations to No. 7866, you successfully bid for Tears of the Siren!"

"Thank you Annie, you really helped me a lot today." Annie's voice came out of the earphone, full of gratitude.

"You're welcome, it's your money." Song Runian replied.

After a pause, he asked again, "Where can I find you?"

"After you came..." Bian Guanyue's words stopped abruptly at the beginning.

The sound of kicking the door was clearly heard in the earphones.

But Bian Guanyue's voice was not panicked at all, "I'm sorry Annie, I may not be able to see you anymore, I have something to deal with, I will ask the driver to take you back."

After finishing speaking, the voice from the earphone stopped abruptly.

Apparently Bian Guanyue cut off the connection from there.

Song Runian's eyes were full of doubts, but he had no choice but to give up.

She went down from the private room on the second floor, thought for a while, and when she got near the auction stage, she saw the black curtains on both sides that could absorb almost all the light.

Standing here, it seems like you really won't be seen.

So, was she really being stared at just now?

"Miss Annie, so you are here," the waiter came over, "The driver is already waiting outside, please."

"Wait a minute," Song Runian held him back, "You were also in the auction hall just now, right? Did you see anyone standing here?"