Chapter 205: Play to death (for collection)

"100,000!" The middle-aged man originally thought he was bidding 10,000, and felt that he was incredible. He directly increased the price by nearly 50 times on the basis of 218. He wanted to pretend to be complacent, but Before he could react, a cold voice came into his ears.
"Little brother, you pretend to be forced!" The middle-aged man suddenly felt his hair fluffy as if stamped on his tail by Feng Chen. He looked up and down toward Feng Chen with a strange look and said, "20,000 ! "
"200,000." Feng Chen's eyes did not blink again and turned tenfold on the basis of the price quoted by the middle-aged man. After speaking, he saw Xiao Min stare at him with wide eyes, and Feng Chen felt helpless and spread out. Show your hands.
It's really a prodigal son. If you say it, you will be drowned by someone else's saliva.
Don't mention how pleasant the expression on Feng Chen's face is, as if the 200,000 in his eyes are like white paper and worthless, but his pleasant expression is a typical expression of shame in others' eyes.
"Fuck, boy, do you have so much money? Don't put an onion in the nose of his mother's pig, pretending to be an elephant!" The middle-aged man heard Feng Chen directly quoted 200,000, and he was agitated in his heart. Covering the dust.
In fact, 200,000 sets a standard room. This money does not hurt the bones of Feng Chen. It is just nine cows and a hair in his bank. My brother and I refined a single elixir for millions. It's the same way to draw a funeral, so he didn't feel any pain when bidding 200,000 yuan.
Don't you pretend in front of Lao Tzu? Then you pretend to see who has installed who.
"Do I have any money to do with you?" Feng Chen raised his eyebrows and asked the middle-aged man lightly.
"You .....!" The middle-aged man glared at Feng Chen and blushed, and sent his beard and stared at Feng Chen.
The middle-aged man asked himself, spending 20,000 to set the standard room, and he felt pain in the body, let alone 200,000 to set the standard room.
Your mother-in-law's wealth is rich, but rich is not the way to use it.
The middle-aged man stuffed his head and groaned, secretly: OK, isn't your kid rich? Lao Tzu fry up the price and see if your kid can take out so much money. At that time, if he can't get it out, hehe .....!
"One hundred thousand." After contemplation, the middle-aged man looked at Feng Chen with an evil smile on his face, and he had a wishful thinking in his heart.
Aren't you spending too much money? OK, I report 100,000 and see if you report 1 million.
Looking at the evil smile on the middle-aged man's face, how could Xiao Jiujiu Fengchen in his heart not know, then he laughed and wanted to speak, and was stopped by Xiao Min on the side.
In Xiao Min's opinion, Feng Chen may be angry with the middle-aged man in front of her. When she saw Feng Chen was about to open a quotation, she quickly pulled the sleeve of Feng Chen and put it in front of the ear Whispered:
"Brother Feng, let him, we can't live anymore. This guy is obviously raising the price with you."
For Xiao Min, although he did n’t know much about Feng Chen, he thought that he knew at least half of Feng Chen. He seemed to be thinking wrong. Feng Chen ’s various behaviors were beyond his expectations. Like a mystery.
Xiao Min's exhaled breath fluttered in her ears, and a faint body fragrance surrounded her.
Feng Chen's face had a confident smile, and a radian radiated from the corners of his mouth. He patted Xiao Min's hand and said playfully, "It doesn't matter, see how I kill this fool."
"One million." Feng Chen turned his head back, and a cold voice came from his mouth.
"What?" The middle-aged man exclaimed, his face full of shock.
He never expected that this man would dare to quote a price of one million yuan. He swallowed and relieved the shock in his heart.
Then he turned black, opened his mouth full of big yellow teeth, and said to the waiter at the bar, "I suspect this man is in trouble. He doesn't have that much money at all."
Several waiters in the bar looked at Feng Chen in front of him and the middle-aged man was constantly arguing about the price, and there was no more in his heart, and he was dull.
There were even a few waiters who were daring to seal Feng Chen and sent Qiu Bo secretly. They stood tall, how much they wished the handsome guy to look at them more.
If Feng Chen was willing to roll the sheets with them, they would be happy to serve Feng Chen. Even as long as Feng Chen paid a lot of money, they would not treat themselves as people.
When the waiter felt distressed, Feng Chen coldly scanned the middle-aged man and said gently, "Do you think I am you?" Then he looked at the waiters at the bar with confident faces on the faces, saying "You can swipe your bank card to see if you have any money in it."
"Good sir." A waitress hurriedly took the Jincancan bank card on the marble countertop and brushed it crappily.
After swiping, several waiters gathered around and looked down at the Arabic numbers displayed on the credit card machine.
They looked stunned and even frightened, their mouths open.
The last few waiters looked at Feng Chen also changed, respect, yes, that is respect.
"What? I said, this kid doesn't have that much money at all." Seeing the strange expressions on the faces of the waiters, the middle-aged man calmed down and crooked his lips.
"Sorry, this gentleman, this VIP has a million." The waiter's words echoed in the middle-aged man's ear.
What the waiter said was equivalent to giving the middle-aged man a few loud slaps. This was the rhythm of beating.
"Sir, do you still live in the store? If you do not live, we will check in this VIP." The waiter asked the middle-aged man.
"Dear, I'm tired." The glamorous woman beside the middle-aged man casts a tender smile at the middle-aged man. At last, she also looked at Feng Fengchen with all manners and spit out her tongue.
Just when this action was seen by Xiao Min, he stared at her directly.
"200,000." The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, his face somber, and raised the price again.
"Oh, 200,000 you live, let's go." Feng Chen's answer was beyond everyone's surprise, and even Li Deqing, who had always been calm and shocked, was shocked.
Everyone thought that Feng Chen would not hesitate to quote a price of two million yuan, but this time he didn't give the card according to common sense, and directly let everyone's chin fall to the ground.
Feng Chen secretly said: Fight with Lao Tzu and see how I play you.
Even if I have money, I'm not so bad.
"What? You ... you can't live anymore." This time it was the middle-aged man's turn to be surprised, pointing his finger at the dust.
He wanted to see if this idiot had to speculate with himself and fry the price, and he didn't lose much anyway.