The auction hall was silent, the air thick with tension, and everyone dared not breathe, afraid that Jiang Zirong might suddenly lash out in anger, affecting them.
"Mr. Jiang, what do you mean by that?" An Yiqing asked with a faint smile.
Everyone was bewildered, wondering how she could still manage a smile at this stage.
What on earth did she have up her sleeve?
Everyone was puzzled, naturally oblivious to An Yiqing's resources. However, Li Yuphei was fully aware. His long, narrow eyes flashed a hint of amusement, and when he thought of Jiang Zirong, his attractive lips slightly pursed. Jiang Zirong was being too arrogant.
"Miss, don't you know what I mean? I, Jiang Zirong, fancy this piece of land. I have no objection to you bidding against me, but why outbid me by just one dollar? Are you deliberately trying to provoke me?" Jiang Zirong's smile was grim, exuding a menacing aura that filled onlookers with dread, afraid he might pull out a gun any second.
