Li Mingyu felt even more uncomfortable inside, as if he had been outdone, and could not help glaring bitterly at Chen Feiyu.
Amid Chen Feiyu's expectant gaze, Xu Qingshan still shook his head slowly and said, "Mr. Chen, I'll say it again: I'm afraid you've made this trip for nothing today. The Fire Essence Grass is not for sale."
Chen Feiyu frowned and upped the bid: "Five hundred million."
Chapter 30