Urban God-level Selection System

"Slot! Five billion Chinese dollars! Do these people like our baby in China so much?"

Zhou Yutang saw Zhang Wanlin photographed Ma Shou, not only unhappy, but very angry.

Feng Huaigui is also frowning, and his eyes are full of anger: "Huh! Although China is no longer the country that had been mastered by others, these western robbers still cannot hold us from the bones."

"Mr. Zhang, let's just ignore the national treasure in front of us, and we will bleed 5 billion at a time. Even if you make your own money, the money will not come from the wind."

Duan Tianhang looked at Zhang Wanlin with a worried expression, and said with relief: "Although we can't send them back to these national treasures now, I believe that one day they will be able to return to the embrace of the motherland in the future, you don't have to fight anymore."

"You don't care about me."

Zhang Wanlin raised his hand and prevented everyone from persuading, "Since it is the treasure of China, then it should be returned to China. These silly old hats are not worthy of my Chinese treasure!"

With that said, Zhang Wanlin raised his hand again to bid for the second collection, which was a blue and white porcelain bowl, and the initial price was already as high as 5 million British coins! With Zhang Wanlin's bidding, others have raised their prices, but for a moment, the price of this blue and white porcelain has reached five billion British dollars! "Why he..." Zhou Yutang's head was so angry that he staggered up and said to the crowd, "I go out slowly, I can't bear it."

After saying that Zhou Yutang escaped, he also left the Lanka auction house.

"Congratulations to Mr. Fifty-five for taking this blue and white porcelain with 500 million British coins to applaud him."

Catherine was so excited that Zhang Wanlin spent two billion yuan on two lots of photos.

Such a super rich, if she can go further with her relationship, wouldn't her future life be particularly beautiful?

Bai Suran couldn't bear the voluptuous look of Catherine, and said to Zhang Wanlin with dissatisfaction: "Zhang Wanlin, don't shoot, you won't be ruined because of a few praises from this auction host?"

However, Zhang Wanlin ignored Bai Suran's words at all, and then he took the third, fourth, fifth, and other auctions from Huaxia one by one.

In just the first five lots, Zhang Wanlin spent 10 billion British dollars, equivalent to 100 billion Chinese dollars, which caused a big stir.

"Who is this man?"

"Actually took five lots in one breath and spent nearly ten billion British dollars. So a chaebol, why haven't I seen his news?"

A banker from the United States asked curiously the friends next to him.

The banker's friend is the local powerhouse of Great Britain, so he knows Zhang Wanlin.

So he explained to his friends: "This man inherited our manor of the Earl of Anting Mountain and became the new earl. I suspect that the money was left by Earl of Anting Mountain."

"Hah! I thought it was a big business man who turned out to be an upstart, no wonder it's such a waste of money!"

The banker sneered: "All these things he bought were at least a premium of at least two or three hundred million yuan. This man was so proud that he died stupidly."

"Haha, it's stupid."

The friend echoed with a smile.

There are endless sarcasms like this, and people like Feng Huaigui and his face are red, but Zhang Wanlin is still calmly participating in the auction of the sixth lot.

"This section of Tianjin Airlines is crazy?"

Duke Gillian frowned, looking at the Marquis Douglas beside him incredulously, "Brother Douglas, would you say what plans are being planned for this flight?"

"Otherwise, how could he let that kid ruin his money so much?"

Gillian asked Douglas next to him with a sullen face. The uncontrollable feeling really made him uncomfortable.

Douglas smiled bitterly, but didn't answer Gillian. It wasn't impossible. It was because he didn't dare. He didn't want to expose Zhang Wanlin's assets and then became the one who offended him.

"Congratulations to Mr. Fifty-five for harvesting another bronze wine bottle. Please give that gentleman warm applause."

The sixth lot was still taken by Zhang Wanlin at a high price of one billion British dollars without any suspense.

Now everyone can't sit still, is this man's money all coming from the wind?

Why is it so scary to spend?

The smile on Nikolay's face standing next to Catherine had gradually stiffened. He was also scared by Zhang Wanlin's tyrant behavior. After whispering something to Catherine, he hurried down.

Then he quietly dived to the side of Duke Gillian under the stage and whispered: "Master Duke, we have already spent more than 10 billion British dollars on the other party, should it be enough?"

"Let's stop the price-raising ones, otherwise, once this black box scandal is exposed, our Lanka auction house will really be finished."

Nikolai said bitterly: "Anyway, this Lanka auction house also has a share of you. This does not look at the monk's face and the Buddha's face. Don't embarrass me, will you?"

"shut up."

Gillian whispered Nikolai quietly, "We must consume him another ten billion yuan, otherwise we may not be able to win the first dragon vein sent by Prince Jin."

Sitting on the other side of Gillian, another marquis, Dicard, who had never spoken, said: "That's it! We did this for the national games of the entire Great Britain Empire."

"Nikola, as a people of the Great Britain Empire, what happened to you for the future of the Great Britain Empire?"

"Even if your auction house is closed forever, you have to dedicate yourself to the Great Britain Empire!"

Dekade said it was a righteous speech, and he heard Nicholas speechless for a moment.

"The Marquis Decadal is right."

Gillian calmly comforted Nikolai, "You can continue to preside over your bid with confidence. If anyone dares the Helanka auction house, I will let him see the sun of tomorrow."

After Nikolay took a deep breath, he finally dared not talk nonsense, only to see him leaning back, carefully leaving the front desk, and then returning to the auction stand.

At this time, Zhang Wanlin has already photographed the eighth lot! The total amount he has spent is as high as 18 billion British coins! At this point, some people finally stood up and questioned: "Mr. Nicholas, the value of these lots is obviously less than 500 million or 1 billion."

"This Mr. Fifty-five has been in a state of loss. Will those who bid wildly with him have you asked?"

It was a yellow-skinned man who was speaking for Zhang Wanlin. He was in his thirties and spoke fluent English, but he was neither humble nor humbly. He was justified. He asked Nikolay how to answer.