Zhuo Han's voice settled, and many people thought it was strange.

This special assistant to the president of the Qin family, when he just called for the price, seemed to grit his teeth.

I don't know if it's an illusion.

At this time, Song Qiyu always stared at Qin Baiyu and Zhuo Han's increasingly gloomy faces, the smile on his lips deepened, and he directly raised his card, "Three hundred million." ”

This piece of land, he is going to decide!

Sure enough, after he raised his sign, the entire bidding hall could hear the pins falling.

The appraised value of the land in the urban village is worth up to 300 million.

What is the origin of this person?!

actually shouted directly to break the sky-high price!

They originally thought that this piece of land would become the Qin clan's bag, but now the dark horse that suddenly rushed out seemed to be competing with the Qin clan.

Three minutes later, the host made the final decision.

The land in the urban village of Licheng was successfully auctioned by Qiheng Real Estate at a price of 300 million yuan.

Next, the bid supervisor and the bid evaluation team will evaluate Qiheng Real Estate, and the final bidding results will be announced in half an hour.

The tense atmosphere at the scene gradually eased a lot as the host's voice settled.

At that time, in the rest corridor next to the bidding hall, the bidding department specially prepared a tea break, and all the persons in charge who came to participate in the bidding came to the corridor to talk and chat.

"Mr. Song, congratulations!"

"It turns out that Mr. Song is the person in charge of Qi Heng Real Estate, and he has been looking up to him for a long time. ”

When Song Qiyu walked from the hall to the corridor, many people began to compliment him politely.

Being able to defeat the landlord Qin's Real Estate and win the land in the urban village of Licheng, this Qi Heng Real Estate is definitely not to be underestimated.

Song Qiyu walked through the crowd and thanked everyone for their congratulations.

In the smoking area of the corridor in front, a slender ink-colored figure stands on the side.

Song Qiyu tidied up the cufflinks of his blue suit, and with a leisurely smile on the corner of his mouth, he paced away.

This scene, which was taken into the eyes of others, followed one after another.

Qin's real estate lost business in front of his house, which is really the first time.

There were not a few people watching the excitement, and they slowly approached, pricked up their ears and began to eavesdrop.

"Mr. Qin, admit it!" At this time, Song Qiyu stood at Qin Baiyu's side, staring at his movements of swallowing clouds and spitting out fog, with a sneer in his eyes.

Hearing his voice, the man turned his head faintly, and through the floating smoke looked at Song Qi Yuzhi's smug expression, he raised his eyebrows, and his voice was low, "Boss Song is rich and rich, and Qin is ashamed of himself." ”

This sentence is difficult to distinguish between praise and criticism, but Song Qiyu accepted it calmly, "Mr. Qin has a good reputation, you are not in Licheng during this time, I am afraid that many things have been unable to keep up with the rhythm." After all...... It's inevitable!"

Zhuo Han was standing not far behind the two of them, he was holding his mobile phone and thinking about how to send a message to Lu Yixian to say hello.

At this moment, when he suddenly heard Song Qiyu's words, he raised his eyebrows, "How does Boss Song know that the president is not in Licheng recently?"

His tone implied questioning, Song Qiyu looked sideways and smiled indifferently, "Isn't this strange? ”

Zhuo Han was speechless by him, and he clenched his phone and wanted to reply, but he heard Qin Baiyu warning in a faint voice: "Zhuo Han!"

Seeing this, he could only hang his head stiffly, his expression very aggrieved.

Song Qiyu saw this scene and smiled playfully.

He stood beside the man, both of whom were of similar height and outstanding temperament.

This secret contest also gave onlookers some clues.