"Okay." Jian Mingfeng immediately responded.

After all, he only regarded Xue Ling and Xunxun as his own children in his heart. He was kind to Jian Yunxi, and he simply wanted to use her to climb Fu Yufeng's high branch.

Didi's quotation kept ringing, and the atmosphere at the scene once reached a fever.

The wealthy ladies and ladies of various families are all rushing to bid, fearing that they will lose their best if they are slow. After all, such limited-edition perfumes are hard to come by.

This is a symbol of identity, a symbol of taste, and a symbol of financial resources.

Someone once conquered countless people's attention with a limited edition perfume from a refrigerator.

The ladies and ladies began to discuss:

"I have heard of this perfume. It was the famous work of Lady Raya in New Zealand. At that time, there were ten bottles made in total, and it was collected by Western ladies as soon as it was released. I didn't expect that it would be able to release one bottle now, which is so exciting." "Yes, Lady Raya has also become popular in the entire perfume industry since then."

"That's right, Mrs. Raya is simply a myth in the perfume industry."

"Mrs. Bai, why not sell me a little face later? I really want this perfume too much."

"Sister, this is not possible. I can give you anything else. I am determined to win this perfume."

"Then we can only bid fairly."

"Fu Nanxi has participated, and I don't know if we have any chance? Mrs. Jiang, let's first agree. No matter who among us photographed this bottle of perfume, we must let the other party touch it and open their eyes."

"Yes, yes, no matter who we take a photo, let the other party take a closer look."

"I hope Fu Yufeng won't participate. If he participates, we can't even shoot it."

"Well, let's not talk about whether he can take pictures or not. If he wants it, I won't dare to take pictures. The project is still in Fu's hands. At most, I will only dare to compete with his nephew Fu Nanxi."

Someone clasped his hands together: "God bless you, I hope Fu Yufeng won't participate. I really want this perfume too much."

"Not!"

Didi...

The quotation kept ringing.

There were hundreds of people in the audience, and at least one-quarter of them were participating in the bidding. Such a lineup was absolutely unprecedented.

The auctioneer held the microphone and was excited: "The quotation has been refreshed again, 30 million, 30 million, 32 million, 33 million. The price is still rising, which shows that our Bincheng is really a fragrant city. This perfume will also kick off the most beautiful prelude to our next "Qixiang Cup" perfume competition. OK, our quotation has been refreshed again, reaching 37 million.

Oh my God! Let me make a bold prediction. This perfume won’t be sold for 500 million, right? It will be the highest priced perfume in the world. However, as a genius of international perfume competitions, Mrs. Raya became famous in her youth. Now decades have passed, her perfume works have never stopped. Every incense is a fine product. She deserves the pursuit and respect of every perfume lover."

The price went soaring, and it soon reached 60 million.

By the time of 60 million, some people gave up, but there were still fifty or sixty people bidding.

Han Yinyin is a very calm and calm person. She has never liked to show off her expression. Because of this kind, she can become the number one socialite in Bincheng in one fell swoop.

However, when she saw this perfume, her eyes still showed a hot light.

Jian Yunxi looked at the bottle of familiar perfume, and the glory of honor flashed in her eyes, and the corners of her lips couldn't help but raise it gently.

The price soared and soon reached 100 million.

Jian Mingfeng no longer bids.

After all, his psychological price is 80 million.

Today, he has spent more than 300 million on Jian Yunxi, and spending more than 100 million on another, which is simply a loss. What's more, if this trend continues, more than 100 million may not be able to be defeated.

Jian Xueling urged: "Dad, take a photo!"

Jian Mingfeng frowned slightly to comfort Jian Xueling: "Xueling, this fragrance is up to 100 million. No matter how high it is, it is inflated. It is not worthy of its name, and its virtue does not match its position. It is a false reputation."

"Dad, I want this perfume. You don't know how popular Mrs. Raya's limited-edition perfume is. If it weren't for appearing at our auction venue in Bincheng, let alone filming it, we wouldn't even have the chance to see it." Jian Xueling said.

Jian Mingfeng analyzed: "This is indeed a famous work by Mrs. Raya, but when Mrs. Raya became famous, it was said that she was only twelve years old. How strong can a twelve-year-old child have? It was just that she was lucky to be given food by her ancestors. If you want to say how high its texture is, it may not be. Xueling, you also know how to make perfume. You should know that no matter how expensive the perfume is, it can not cost 100 million. This fragrance is so hot, it is all hyped."

Jian Yunxi couldn't hear Jian Mingfeng slandering Mrs. Raya, so she spoke calmly: "Mrs. Raya was following her grandmother to collect herbs on the mountain at the age of four, and recited the New Zealand Pharmacopeia at the age of seven, and knew all kinds of herbs and spices. She finished all the courses in primary school at the age of eight, loved perfume alone, and became the New Zealand royal perfume master Roland at the age of ten, and became the New Zealand royal perfume royal perfume at the age of ten, and made the queen we see now. Her success was never accidental or luck, but hard work and talent. Her limited perfume should not be measured by money. After all, money seems too tacky and even exudes a copper smell compared to her perfume."

Perhaps because Jian Yunxi's emotions fluctuated, he did not deliberately suppress the sound, so many people around him heard it.

Jian Mingfeng praised Jian Yunxi for being good and insightful. A woman around him began to criticize Jian Yunxi: "With such a good statement, why didn't I see you bid?"

"That's right, since I like it so much, I'll buy it!"

"I just talk about it and don't practice fake moves, don't you have any money?"

"Haha, money smells like a stinky thing, don't you have to spend money? Do you drink Feng and Lu every day to be a little fairy?"

"Since the money is odorous, why are you here for auction? Everyone here is very rich and has odorous."

Some of these women are people around Han Yinyin, and some are friends of Liu Nana's mother, who have been waiting to find Jian Yunxi's mistakes.

Originally, they were still waiting and watching, but from beginning to end, they didn't see Fu Yufeng's bid and didn't buy a single item for Jian Yunxi, so they became more courageous.

After all, in their opinion, if a man really likes a woman, he will not just flirt with him and send flowers, but will be willing to spend money on women. What's more, Fu Yufeng is still the richest man in Bincheng. What does he mean if he doesn't spend money on a woman? It only means that he has no intention of her at all.

When I heard a woman say this, Jian Yunxi, Lu, Qian, and Zhao families looked at Guanyin with their noses and noses, and silently said in my heart: Being dying!

On the other hand, Jian Yunxi turned a deaf ear to their comments and just looked at the quotes on the big screen from time to time.

Jian Xueling was still making noise: "Dad, I want this perfume, I want it."

Fu Yufeng glanced at the women from the corner of his eyes, and then his eyes fell on the big screen again.
Chapter completed!