Most of the people present had heard of Jiang Ding. He was extremely brutal, and he never let go of those who offended him.
Upon seeing that no one else was bidding, Jiang Ding slightly cupped his fists, "Thank you all for your favor, then I won't hold back."
Fury ignited in Song Yan Ning's eyes. The auction house had priced them at one million apiece, how could this man think of buying it for five hundred thousand?
Just as she was about to place a bid, a lazy voice echoed from the adjacent private room, "Five hundred and ten thousand."
Jiang Ding coldly swept his gaze towards the private room, "Do you know who I am?" He had already issued a warning, yet someone dared to bid against him.
"I don't care who you are. I came to the auction house to buy what I fancy. Must I get your approval to buy something? Do you run this auction house?"
