C942 I will Slap Myself in the Face

"Miss..."

"Heh."

As Zhong Ming was about to speak and lighten the mood, Zhong Nansheng couldn't help but scoff, "Five hundred pieces? A thousand? Hilarious, absolutely hilarious!"

He jabbed a finger towards Lee Yun's nose and proclaimed loudly to those around, "Ladies and gentlemen, this man here is Lee Yun. He rolls up to the auction in a Ricky worth less than half a million yuan. Tell me