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“The auction continues.”
Three minutes later, when Miss Fairy promptly restarted the auction, and it seemed that the auction had not dealt with Number Eighty-Eight in any way, Lorenzo crushed the armrest of the sofa on one side again.
“What’s going on? Does that bumpkin really have the money to continue?”
He looked at his confidant:
“Can we investigate his identity?”
“Well… probably not.”
The confidant shook his head with a bitter face:
“After all, it’s a black market auction. No one’s identity will be verified when they come in. Unless we can directly drag him out of his private booth to look at his face, it’s basically impossible.”
“Waste of space!”
Lorenzo cursed with a dark face.
He originally thought that this was a great opportunity, spending eight-nine million to bid for Dragon’s Blood that was worth tens of millions. But then unexpectedly, a bumpkin appeared and messed everything up!
He wanted to use the money he was planning to save this time to buy a large batch of new equipment, in order to strengthen the power of the Scarlet Fire Gang!
“Are the previous two people watched carefully?” Lorenzo suddenly narrowed his eyes.
“Yes, they are!”
The confidant became alert and said seriously:
“The manpower has already been deployed, and there will be no failure!”
“Good.”
The grievance suffered here must be compensated for somewhere else.
This is the black market where neither heaven nor earth can interfere in, so even if you have already spent the money, it doesn’t mean the item is yours!
“The boss please calm down, the current price is still far below the market price. If we calculate carefully, we are still profiting. That kind of clown will definitely not last long!” the confidant consoled.
“I know that of course, I just can’t swallow this anger!”
Lorenzo sat back down.
The estimated market price of ten drops of Dragon’s Blood is around fifty million, and such items are normally sold at a premium, so for safety, he brought a whole billion this time!
And now the bid is only twenty million. No matter how you look at it, it’s still a blood profit.
“Let’s continue.”
Lorenzo’s cold gaze swept over Private Room Number Eighty-Eight, sneering in contempt.
“I want to see what qualifications you have to compete with my Scarlet Fire Gang for resources!”
…
“Fifty million!”
“Fifty million… plus one thousand.”
“Damn it!”
After experiencing dozens of rounds of “intense” bidding, even though Lorenzo looked down on that bumpkin before, now, he couldn’t stay calm.
Fifty million!
It’s already fifty million!
Damn, he is continuing to increase the bid by one thousand every time!
He originally thought that by going higher, Number Eighty-Eight would know his position and retreat.
But unexpectedly, he followed all the way up to fifty million!
Now there’s no profit, and judging from the relaxed tone of Number Eighty-Eight, he even seems to have more to offer!
Who knows how much he will continue to add?
“Could he possibly really want to buy the Dragon’s Blood and is not merely trying to drive up the price intentionally?”
Lorenzo’s thoughts were rapidly changing. The angrier the situation, the more calm he became.
Now that we’ve come this far, there must be no loss for the Dragon’s Blood!
He stood up, turned off the voice disguise provided by the private room, and seriously said in his real voice towards Room Eighty-Eight:
“Friend Eighty-Eight, would you like to make friends? I am Lorenzo from the Scarlet Fire Gang in the lower district. This Dragon’s Blood is very important to me, I hope you can give it up, and in exchange, there will be great rewards.”
“Scarlet Fire Gang?”
“Lorenzo?”
After he said these words, the audience that had been hypnotized into drowsiness by the simple back-and-forth bidding came back to life in excitement.
“He actually participated in this auction personally?”
The Scarlet Fire Gang is a well-known large gang in the lower district of the whole Bairland, controlling more than ten docks along the Gulain River, and holding several smuggling routes, accumulating vast wealth.
And as the boss of the Scarlet Fire Gang, Lorenzo is notorious for his cruelty and cunning, it’s said that his influence has already reached the circles of those lords. A baron spoke a word against him not long ago, and the next day, the baron’s mistress was stripped naked and hanged under a bridge.
It can be said that his notorious reputation is enough to make children cry at night, and anyone who mixes in the lower district will basically give him a face.
So these words of his are not only a signal of goodwill, but also a hint of threat.
But only for those who mix in the lower district.
When Mu’en heard this name in his private room, he was slightly stunned.
Lorenzo?
Who’s that?
The Scarlet Fire Gang does sound familiar, it’s the cannon fodder gang that got humiliated and destroyed by the protagonist Ariel in just two chapters in the original book.
So strong?
“Sorry, as the son of Duke Raymond, I do not want to make friends with you.” Mu’en spoke, his deep voice processed sounded so indifferent.
It’s as if he really is a son of a duke.
This time, the audience did not feel shocked but burst into soft laughter instead.
Son of a Duke?
You?
If you’re the son of a duke, I must be a prince!
Look at the location!
Where are we? This is the black market of the Lower District!
It’s a place that those noble lords would step on and think dirty!
Would the proper son of a Duke be here?
Are you teasing me?
“So, is this sir determined to defy me?”
Lorenzo gritted his teeth and glared at Room Eighty-Eight, if the black one-way glass didn’t block his line of sight, his eyes would probably be killing someone right now.
“Defiance? Where does this come from? I’m just making regular bids, isn’t bidding on the auction floor unrestricted?”
As he spoke, Mu’en looked at Miss Fairy:
“Is it?”
“Of course not. Everything Mr. Eighty-Eight does complies with our auction rules.”
Miss Fairy smiled gracefully.
She didn’t care whether these two would fight after the auction or not, after all, this fire would never reach the auction house.
As a professional auctioneer, she only cared about the transaction amount of this item.
Fifty million! Could it be higher?
Thinking like this, her graceful eyes looking at Room Eighty-Eight seemed to drip with water.
“See, even Miss Fairy said so.”
Mu’en said lightly: “Mr. Lorenzo, the fact that you can’t bid successfully is just because you can’t do it yourself, why blame it on me?”
“Can’t…do it?”
After Mu’en’s seemingly casual words fell silent.
The field immediately fell quiet.
As if sensing the impending storm,
No one dared to breathe, they only looked at Room Eighty-Eight with reverence.
In the Lower District, no one has dared to speak like this to Lorenzo!
“He… said… I… can’t?”
Sure enough, in Room One, Lorenzo’s face was grotesque, his eyes bloodshot, clearly consumed by anger.
It was as if some sensitive nerve had been triggered.
“I hate it most when people say I can’t!”
“I’ll tell you personally today whether I can or not!”
He snatched the card number from his confidant’s hands, his thick voice instantly swept through the entire auction hall.
“I bid one billion!”
