Xia Qiu saw Feng Baogui's hesitation and immediately mocked him. "Didn't you say that your family's coal mine earns hundreds of millions every day? You can't even afford a bracelet, and you still dare to pretend to be a rich second-generation heir?"
As she spoke, she held onto Ye Feng's arm: "Darling, let's go."
Feng Baogui was indeed bragging. His father was just a small shareholder in a small coal mine. All his assets added up to at most 20 million yuan. More than 1 million yuan was indeed not a small amount for him.
However, now that he was provoked by Xia Qiu, if he didn't continue to follow them, where would he put his face?
Gritting his teeth, he immediately shouted, "1.5 million."
At this moment, the price had just reached 1.3 million, and he had directly raised it by 200,000. Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air and looked at him in shock.