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Lorenzo slightly narrowed his eyes, glanced deeply at the attendant, then turned his head to look at the entire auction hall outside the one-way glass.
After a brief burst of activity, the onlookers of the naked swimming event were gradually leaving, leaving only some small boats that were still chasing the treasures they would never be able to catch.
The bidding reached five million, but for Dragon’s Blood, this price was still far from enough.
According to the normal market price, five million could probably buy only a single drop of Dragon’s Blood.
However, there were ten drops here.
And things like Dragon’s Blood were always priced but hard to obtain.
“That price…”
“Of course, it’s however much you’re willing to pay, that’s how much it will be.”
“Hmph, is your boss really that kind-hearted?”
Based on the current auction progress, Lorenzo estimated that about eight or nine million would be enough to secure the Dragon’s Blood.
This was much lower than his previous estimated price.
Originally, he had come to make a fuss, but when he came to his senses, he realized that the one benefiting was himself, and he felt somewhat uneasy instead.
“The boss said that doing business naturally involves making lots of friends, and it just so happens that your Scarlet Fire Gang, as one of the major factions in the Lower City, qualifies to be his friend.”
The attendant, with a hand on his chest, paid a respectful bow:
“Of course, whether or not you can seize this opportunity has absolutely nothing to do with us.”
“Hmph, the Scarlet Fire Gang isn’t so incapable that we can’t swallow the food that is handed to us.”
Lorenzo chuckled coldly, then waved his hand, indicating for the person to leave quickly, “Then, please convey my regards to your boss, and tell him that Scarlet Fire Gang will accept this favor.”
“Of course it should be that way.”
The attendant quietly departed.
Lorenzo’s confidant approached, worriedly said:
“Boss, such a good thing that falls from the sky, isn’t there something fishy about it?”
“What if there is, what can we do? Aren’t we still forced to accept it? Or do you dare not follow the Lord’s command? Without Dragon’s Blood, we can only continue to kidnap people. Shit, how many people are there for us to kidnap? Even if the Lower City is chaotic, it still belongs to the Emperor!”
Lorenzo picked up the red wine the servant had brought in, glanced at the brand, and couldn’t help but sneer:
“Red wine produced by the Rock Wine Cellar, hmpf, no wonder those aristocrats like it.”
“The rumor that the mastermind behind the black market is actually one of the most powerful aristocrats in Bairland, is it true?” asked the confidant, uncertain.
“Rumor? This is not a rumor, it is an unspoken secret to all parties concerned. The person who could preserve the black market during the previous cleanup operations, if the title in front of his name doesn’t include Count, Marquis, or Duke, even the rats on the street wouldn’t believe it.”
Lorenzo violently knocked off the wine stopper, took a few big gulps, then slammed the wine bottle harshly on the ground, cursing:
“Shit, it’s sour and astringent, I don’t know why women like to drink this kind of stuff. Heard it costs twenty million a bottle? Shit, for twenty million, I could hire a slender-waisted, long-legged, big-chested sexy woman and play with her until I’m tired!”
He sat back on the couch, sprawled out and looked at the slow rise in prices in the hall, tapping his fingers on the armrest, his expression fluctuating between light and heavy, continuing to say:
“So, even if that boss has any conspiracy or ideas, we are helpless, this time we must get the Dragon’s Blood!”
“Boss, don’t worry. As that person said, without releasing the news of the Dragon’s Blood, those who attended this auction would probably just be some small fry. How could they compete with our Scarlet Fire Gang?”
“Hmph, that’s right.”
Lorenzo sneered disdainfully, then slapped his confidant’s head:
“What are you doing standing there? That woman is about to hit the gavel! Bid now!”
“Oh oh!”
The confidant quickly picked up the number card. But just as he picked it up, he seemed a bit hesitant and turned back to ask:
“Boss, how much should we bid?”
“Where did they stop?”
“7.5 million.”
“7.5 million…”
Lorenzo touched his chin, and smirked,
“If that’s the case, let’s make it exciting.
Bid ten million directly for me, show those country bumpkins what they know!”
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“Feels…too cheap.”
Looking at the prices that people kept bidding, Mu’en couldn’t help but feel like it might be fake because it’s too cheap.
Do you think you can buy ten full drops of Dragon’s Blood for just millions?
Shouldn’t auction items usually have a premium?
Unless it’s a treasure that even the auction can’t authenticate, otherwise how could you possibly find a bargain?
“Moreover, now that I think about it, the appearance of Dragon’s Blood without any warning at this level of auction is a bit strange.”
After the brief excitement, Mu’en gradually calmed down.
The most expensive item in previous auctions did not exceed the ten sets of magic armor, which were sold for 3 million.
But compared with the current Dragon’s Blood, that was like the sky and the earth.
Even if the auction is trying to highlight the key product, isn’t the green leaf too poor?
And, are you sure that those people below, who tremble at hundreds of thousands of dollars, would appreciate it?
Mu’en looked at the scene below, through the special angle of the lounge, he could notice many gazes sweeping the entire auction hall, chasing those who were bidding.
Like paparazzi chasing stars, determined to uncover the hidden identities.
“Nothing short of the black market.”
Mu’en touched his chin and smiled.
Compared to the intangible competition within the auction hall, the real exciting time would come after the auction.
“In that case, for safety, I can’t just bid for Dragon’s Blood.”
Although money wasn’t a problem for him, if too many people noticed him, it would be quite dangerous.
It’s not worth the risk for something that can be bought with money.
“But… watching others make profits makes me feel a bit irritated.”
Mu’en suddenly grinned mischievously.
Seeing others make money is more painful than losing money myself. JPG.
So, maybe I need to stir up a little trouble.
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“One million! One million bid by the first customer in the secret lounge!”
The captivating voice of Fairy Miss, amplified by magical loudspeakers, spread throughout the hall, stirring up the somewhat cooling atmosphere once again.
Everyone couldn’t help but draw in a sharp breath, marveling at the might of this first bigwig who dared to bid two hundred and fifty million more directly!
That’s two and a half Tears of True Love!
They looked curiously, trying to figure out who this powerful person was; it must be a big name, indeed.
However, the darkened one-way mirrors blocked all their prying gazes, leaving them to speculate within their limits alone.
“The first customer bids one million, is there anyone willing to continue raising the bid?”
Fairy Miss’s eyes swept across the entire hall, yet she noticed that the enthusiasm lasted only momentarily. Or perhaps, such heat wasn’t generated by the item itself and served no real purpose.
Instead, most people were frightened off by the overwhelming wealth, so much so that they dared not to offer their bids anymore.
“Is this the end?”
Fairy Miss bit her lips, slightly unsatisfied.
Even before the auction started, the boss had instructed her that Dragon’s Blood didn’t need to be sold at too high a price.
Yet, for a professional auctioneer, selling an item below the normal market price was something she couldn’t bear, which was like a serious insult to her profession.
But, it’s helpless.
She knew that this auction was specially arranged for a certain deal. How could they bring in the really capable guests by merely distributing flyers on the street?
Having the desire, but unable to fulfill it.
Fairy Miss sighed, and lifted the auctioneer hammer in her hand.
“So, once for one million… ”
“Twice for one million… ”
“Three times for one million… ”
“Wait.”
Just as she was about to strike the final hammer, a familiar voice, one that made her heart flutter, full of noble arrogance and tycoon-like arrogance, echoed throughout the auction once again.
“Eighty-eight, bidding…”
