C788 Poor Meng Zhaoyu

With that, Chu Fei’er slipped out of his seat.

"Four million five hundred thousand!"

"Five million!"

The host's mood had successfully pushed the atmosphere on stage to another climax.

"Five million going once, five million going twice, five million going thrice!" Is there anything higher? " The auctioneer's voice was somewhat hoarse, so excited that even his expression was deformed