I'm in Horror World, Taoism Exorcism

Brent apologized: "I'm sorry, Master Chen Feng, I didn't expect to meet Albers.

The normal price of the property should be around $80 million to $85 million.

If it's more than that price, it's not worth buying.

Chen Feng nodded and raised his placard again.

Auctioneer: "Mr. No. 27, the hook price is $71 million, is there anything higher than that?

"$80 million."

No surprises.

Albers once again lay down the price, and, directly came $80 million.

Originally, there were people who wanted to do something about this mansion.

But seeing this price, I immediately put out this thought.

Brent has judgment, and people naturally have judgment.

Above $80 million, the purchase doesn't make much sense.

Chen Feng was a little annoyed.

You don't deal with Brent, what are you doing to me?

Chen Feng felt that although the other party didn't lose his mind, he definitely wanted to suppress Berent by making such a bid.

If there is no Brent, maybe when he asks for 71 million, the other party will not ask for more.

Of course Chen Feng didn't blame Brent, he just felt that he had suffered an unwarranted disaster.

After thinking about it, Chen Feng raised the card again.

$81 million.

Although it is a bit high, it is not a loss to buy.

The auctioneer was overjoyed: "Mr. No. 27, another inquiry of $81 million, is there a higher price?

When he said this, his eyes looked at Albers.

"$85 million." Albers did not disappoint the auctioneer.

Chen Feng was a little annoyed.

Ma, this is already tit for tat.

Brent looked apologetic: "I'm sorry, Master Chen Feng. Take a rest first, let me bid. 99

Chen Feng shook his head, he knew what Brent meant.

Brent wanted him to take pictures of the house and then give it away, or sell it to Chen Feng at a low price.

Chen Feng did not accept it.

Although, this matter has something to do with Brent, but it has little to do with it.

Chen Feng didn't want to accept Brent's favor.

Originally, he owed Berent $200 million in favor.

He didn't want to owe more favors.

Chen Feng is about to give up the auction.

Anyway, this property is not the only one, just look for it slowly.

Chen Feng turned his head and looked at the Albers.

He plans to remember the appearance of this person, and if there is a chance in the future, he will pay back the losses he suffered today.

Seeing Chen Feng ringing in his eyes, Albers showed an incomparably light look in his eyes, snorted coldly, and ignored Chen Feng.

Brent, who just cast his eyes aside, showed some faint smugness in his eyes.

Chen Feng was disappeared without a trace.

Just like an elephant ignoring a cockroach, he just snorted and cast his gaze into the distance arrogantly.

Chen Feng was angry.

You are so arrogant with Brent, which affected me, not only without the slightest embarrassment, but also like a bird.

Even if you are friends with Brent, but what the hell are you, targeting a person you've never met before?

If that's the case, it's my fault.

Chen Feng originally thought that this was a normal auction competition, and he didn't want to use his ability to bully an ordinary person.

But Ebers' attitude angered him and made him change his mind.

"Mr. 42, asking for $85 million, is there any higher price?

The auctioneer's eyes turned to Chen Feng.

Not only him, but everyone in the venue turned their attention to Chen Feng.

However, the vast majority of people are watching the excitement.

At the auction, the best thing to see is that the two people are red-eyed, fighting for a certain lot to keep hooking the price.

It's just that such dramas are rare.

They wanted to see if it would happen again today.

Xiao Lizi approached Chen Feng and persuaded: "Master Chen Feng, the police is impulsive, 85 million US dollars is already the highest value of this house, and if you ask for a price, it will be a premium.

Brent hesitated.

He really wanted to photograph this house and give it to Chen Feng.

But he knew that Chen Feng would not accept it.

The witch An Qi got closer to Chen Feng and whispered, "Should I kill this person? Don't worry, no one will find any clues. 33

An Qi likes to see Chen Feng's scratches.

However, she likes to see Chen Feng eat marks on her hands.

If the police officer makes Chen Feng unhappy, it makes her unhappy.

Chen Feng shook his head: "I'll do it myself."

.....for flowers,

After speaking, he met the auctioneer's gaze and held up a sign: "$1 billion. 9

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the audience breathed for a while.

The scene was silent for a moment, and the needle drop could be heard.

Everyone's eyes changed, looking at Chen Feng's eyes as if they were looking at a lunatic.

A house worth less than $100 million, you're asking for $1 billion?

It's not what a lunatic is.

wow!

Albers even stood up from his seat and cast his eyes on Chen Feng.

For the first time, he was looking directly at this oriental face.

The auctioneer suppressed the excitement in his heart, but his voice was still trembling: "Mr. No. 27, lie down...the price is 1 billion US dollars, and...is there a higher price than this?

Of course the auctioneer knew that there would be no higher price than this. He was just diligent in the procedure and asked this question.

Then, he raised the auction hammer, ready to drop the hammer.

But just then, Ebers also held up a sign and shouted: "$2 billion."

The atmosphere in the audience just after becoming a little more active, suddenly became dead silent.

A lot of people stared at Ebers motionless, as if he had been immobilized.

The auction state held high by the auctioneer will never fall.

He also stared at Albers, dumbfounded, suspecting that he had heard it wrong.

If it is said that just following Chen Feng's rhyme value of 1 billion, people think that Chen Feng is crazy.

That Albers hooked for $2 billion, and people thought he was an idiot.

Fighting is not like this.

$2 billion to buy such a house?

This is no ordinary idiot, this is a fighter among idiots.

Chen Feng smiled slightly and stopped bidding.

"Is there a higher price than $2 billion?"

The auctioneer also thought that Chen Feng was crazy.

He had already swallowed several saliva with difficulty, but he still had to ask.

Although, he knew, Chen Feng probably wouldn't ask for more.

Sure enough, he saw that the young man with an oriental face was sitting there firmly, smiling, and no longer inquiring.

The auctioneer turned his attention to Albers again.

Then, the auction hammer fell: "Deal, congratulations to Mr. No. 39 for winning this mansion at No. 98 in Beverly Hills at a price of 2 billion US dollars. Chuan,