He also shouted: "Golden Island, Tao Xiaotian, 810 billion."

The organizer echoed: "Mrs. Tang's 100 billion, effective!"

"What?

efficient?"

When Song Wansan heard this, his body trembled, then his head shook, as if he was about to faint, and he held on to the chair to keep from falling down.

It's just that his whole figure seems to have aged ten years, and his eyes are duller than ever before.

In the eyes of many people, he suffered a major blow.

Bao Qianyun was about to step forward to check, but Ye Fan reached out and held her back.

"Eighty billion for the first time, eighty billion for the second time!"

The host was so excited that he raised his hammer high: "Is anyone raising the price?

Do you want to make a bid, Mr. Song?"

Song Wansan didn't react at all, as if a piece of wood was stuck in place.

Tao Xiaotian laughed loudly: "Stop calling him, he has no money, no money."

The host shouted regretfully: "Eighty billion for the first time, eighty billion for the second time."

"Eight hundred billion for the third time."

"Bang -" the host dropped the gavel and shouted: "President Tao, you have won the golden island and have property rights for fifty years. Congratulations!"

Taotongdao and his group suddenly roared with joy, the sound was so loud that it almost brought down the roof.

Tao Xiaotian also waved his fist repeatedly: "Win, win!"

"Ah——" At this moment, Song Wansan's body trembled and he sprayed towards the sky.

Pounce! A stream of blood spurted out.

Song Wansan fell straight to the ground, feeling indescribably helpless.

"Mr. Song, Mr. Song!"

"Grandpa, grandpa!"

When the members of the Song family roared and hugged Song Wansan, Ye Fan also rushed over from the seat.
Chapter completed!