I'm ignoring you, and you're getting even more aggressive, huh?

Hearing this, Song Chengen said disdainfully, "Heh, what's there to be afraid of? You're just a dead simp."

To everyone's surprise, the expression on Sun Jingcheng's face shifted as he said with a smile, "Good boy. You really said it just because I told you to. You really are an obedient dog."

Seeing this, the crowd sat silently in their seats, acting as mere spectators. Whether it was the Sun Family or the Song Family, neither was someone they could afford to offend.

Looking at Sun Yian, even though his son was being mocked, he maintained a calm demeanor as if it had nothing to do with him.

Song Chengen, on the other hand, was so enraged by Sun Jingcheng's words that he clenched his fists tightly. Finally, he let out a cold snort, unwilling to say another word to the other party.

Butler Wei did not stop bidding because of their quarrel. After receiving permission from Wang Shaojun, he directly called out a price of four hundred million.

"There is nothing I, Song Chengen, want that I cannot get. Four hundred and fifty million!"

Butler Wei didn't care what he said; he only knew that as long as Wang Shaojun didn't tell him to stop, he would keep bidding.

"Five hundred million!"

"Five hundred and fifty million!"

"Six hundred million!"

"Six hundred and fifty million!"

"Seven hundred million!"

The two went back and forth, causing the price of Island No. 3 to skyrocket to seven hundred million. The crowd below was shocked, while the auctioneer on stage couldn't stop smiling.

It was back. Everything was back. This was the feeling—an auction! How could it be called an auction without bidding? Seven hundred million, plus the previous two islands, the price was back to expectations.

"Number twelve bids seven hundred million. Is there anyone higher?"

*Hiss*~ Seven hundred million. They really don't treat money like money.

"What do you know? In the eyes of those two, money is just a string of numbers. Unlike us, who have to check our balance just to buy a watch."

"True. The Song Family can be said to be incredibly powerful in Singapore, so they naturally wouldn't care about seven hundred million. As for the other one, he treats money like dirt. I just don't know what kind of astronomical price it will eventually sell for."

It turned out to be exactly as they said. Song Chengen had no psychological burden at all and raised his sign again. "I bid eight hundred million."

After bidding, he didn't forget to turn his head toward Wang Shaojun's direction and said pointedly, "Lord of Tiangong? Heh! I admit you're very rich, but sometimes money isn't everything. This is Singapore. I advise you to give up; Island No. 3 is definitely mine."

Hearing this, the corners of Wang Shaojun's mouth couldn't help but curl up. Interesting. The other party was right—money really isn't everything, but life is finite.

So, how many lives does your Song Family have?

In any case, he had used a cashback card, while the other party didn't have such a thing.

He then slowly uttered two words to Butler Wei: "One billion!"

Butler Wei nodded in understanding upon hearing this and raised his sign again, announcing a figure that caused an uproar throughout the venue: "One billion!"

*Hiss*~ One billion! This person really doesn't treat money like money."

"What's the big deal? To him, this is just a drop in the bucket."

"Sigh, although he's very rich, this is Singapore. Even if he wins the bid in the end, he'll offend Young Master Song because of it. It will be difficult for Tiangong Real Estate to develop smoothly in Singapore then."

"That's not necessarily true. The Song Family is not to be trifled with, but that man isn't someone to be messed with either."

"This has nothing to do with us small fry. Let's just play our roles well, otherwise, one fart from them could blow us to death."

Seeing the price skyrocket to one billion, Song Chengen's expression turned somewhat ugly. He hadn't expected Wang Shaojun to give him so little face.

No matter what, this was Singapore. Even a dragon would have to coil up for him here.

"1.1 billion! President Wang, Island No. 3 is a hot potato; you can't handle it. I advise you to give up, lest you end up losing both your people and your wealth."

Facing his slightly threatening words, Butler Wei snorted in disdain. "1.2 billion!"

Seeing Wang Shaojun ignore his words, Song Chengen's face turned livid with rage.

"You... Hmph, you don't know what's good for you. Don't think that just because you have some stinking money, you can look down on everyone."

Seeing him go on and on incessantly, Wang Shaojun felt truly annoyed. "Are you finished? I'm ignoring you, and you're getting even more worked up, aren't you? If you're going to bid, then bid. If not, then get lost. I don't have time to bicker with you here."

At this moment, he was extremely irritated. I'm ignoring you, yet you're still trying to pick a fight.

Song Chengen was suddenly at a loss for words. It had always been him making others feel embarrassed; who dared to make him feel embarrassed? He was now very angry and had already decided in his heart that after the auction ended, he must teach Wang Shaojun a lesson.

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and raised his sign, shouting, "Two billion!"

"Three billion!"

Before Butler Wei could even bid, Wang Shaojun spoke up first.

This figure caused everyone present to gasp in unison.

"Holy crap, as expected of Brother Jun. This display of wealth is truly enviable."

"Three billion... this has far exceeded its actual value, hasn't it?"

"Heh, you don't understand. Island No. 3 is no longer important; what's important now is face."

In their eyes, three billion was an astronomical figure, but in Sun Jingcheng's heart, three billion was nothing.

After all, the man dared to sell him a single property for twenty billion, and it was just one house. So, three billion really wasn't much.

Just as everyone was waiting for Song Chengen to bid, the other party suddenly laughed. "Hahahaha, good, good, good! What a Lord of Tiangong!"

With that said, he turned and left without looking back.

Seeing this, it was obvious to everyone that he had given up on the bidding.

Even the auctioneer breathed a sigh of relief. Three billion was already a sky-high price; if it continued like this, she really wouldn't know how to end things.

Seeing Song Chengen leave, she quickly picked up the small gavel and took a deep breath. "Number twelve bids three billion. Is there anyone higher? Three billion once, three billion twice, three billion three times—sold! Congratulations to number twelve for winning Island No. 3 at the price of three billion."

Before the crowd could react, she finished the process in one breath, seemingly afraid that some accident might occur in the middle.

When everyone finally reacted, they were stunned. Wait, why did you say it so fast? What, are you afraid I'll bid?

Of course, this was just internal complaining; they didn't have that kind of strength.

The auction ended, and Butler Wei had a stack of business cards in his hand.

After Sun Jingcheng followed Wang Shaojun out of the auction venue, he couldn't help but warn him, "Brother Jun, you have to be careful. This guy Song Chengen is extremely vindictive. You embarrassed him just now, so he'll definitely retaliate. But don't worry, my Sun Family isn't a pushover either.

If it weren't for his father being the Minister of Defense, I wouldn't even look him in the eye. By the way, if you encounter danger in Singapore, call this number. Just say you're my friend, and he'll know what to do."

Wang Shaojun curiously took the business card and looked at it. Man, it didn't just have a name and phone number, but also a position.

Wang Yiyi, Senior Assistant Commissioner of Police!