C88 You Want Me to Send You off

"250 million."

"280 million."

Xia Yuqing's two hundred million was quickly swallowed up by the sound wave and didn't even cause the slightest ripple.

"Three hundred million."

She clenched her fists, gritted her teeth, and shouted again.

This time, just like the previous 200 million, it was quickly drowned out by the higher prices.

"400 million