Don's mouth curled into a contemptuous smile.
Haha, he was the famous Don, what couldn't he get if he wanted?
All those boasting about strength and trash were simply not worth ntioning.
Don even felt like laughing out loud.
He enjoyed the feeling of looking down on others; he was the dominant ruler up high!
But, right at that mont!
The voice of the virtual auctioneer resounded.
"Buyer number 8 bids four hundred units of daily supplies."
It was Waldo, making his move at the last mont.
What?
Don was taken aback.
He didn't expect soone to wait until the very end to make a low bid.
And not just any bid, but fifty units of daily supplies.
You see, at this mont, almost all survivors cherished the supplies they had in their hands.
Those supplies were essential for their survival!
Not only Don, but even the people in the public channel were in an uproar.
Who is this buyer number 8? They just bid four hundred units of daily supplies!
Damn, that's too extravagant! Four hundred units of daily supplies, that's enough for to live for a long ti!
This is a hidden tycoon! Who knows who this tycoon is? I want to be his woman!
Haha, you little slut, who do you think you are? Are you as beautiful as ? You? You want to be a tycoon's woman? Dream on! I am the tycoon's woman!
Buyer number 8, if you can see this, please private ssage . I'm very attractive in person!
You, up there, just get lost! How dare you say you're beautiful! Buyer number 8, look at , I used to have 500,000 fans as an internet celebrity! I can be your mistress, I know all sorts of positions!
Those were 500,000 zombie followers!
Don clenched his fists tightly and stared at the screen, his eyes widened, his expression beca fierce.
Damn it, who is this person? They actually snatched the item that Don had set his sights on. Are they crazy? Okay, fine! I don't believe it! You really have that many supplies!
Let's see who has more financial power. Don has never been afraid of anyone!
Don imdiately made a bid: "Four hundred and fifty units of daily supplies!"
Once again, this bid caused an uproar in the public channel.
Oh my god! Don just added fifty more units! This is too extravagant! The person who owns this blueprint must be going crazy with joy!
"Player number 5 raises the paddle, four hundred and fifty units of essential daily supplies."
Waldo looked at the increased bid and remained indifferent.
He had nothing else, except for a lot of mineral water.
While others were hesitant to contribute a single unit of supplies, he didn't care at all.
Raise the bid! Five hundred units of daily supplies!
[Player 8 raises the paddle, five hundred units of essential daily supplies.]
Everyone widened their eyes and their breathing beca heavier involuntarily as they looked at the numbers on the screen.
Although it was just a simple three-digit number, the food represented by the number was enough to drive people crazy.
What? He's still bidding? Who is this tycoon? How co I've never heard of such a person here?
This is simply incredible! Does he own a production factory? Could he be the factory manager?
This is too amazing! I think he must have been transported here from a food factory or a bottled water factory!
That's impossible! In this world, things are basically unusable. We can only collect supplies from supply boxes! And the higher the level of the supply box, the more zombies there are, and everyone knows that! The more supplies there are, the harder they are to obtain!
Don also widened his eyes, looking incredulously at the numbers on the screen.
How is this possible?
Five hundred units of supplies, and he easily brought them out.
Who on earth is this?
Damn it, no matter who you are, you can't snatch things from , Don! This is sothing I set my sights on, and no one can snatch it from !
Don gritted his teeth and shouted, "Raise the bid for ! Five hundred and fifty units!"
As soon as he heard this, a black-clad man next to him panicked.
Lord Don, our daily supplies are running low. If we continue to raise the bid, our basic survival will be in question!
Yes, Lord Don, we can't raise it anymore! Otherwise, we'll have to go out and fight those terrifying zombies for supplies, and we'll have to go to places where there are a lot of zombies, which is not worth it! Who knows how long it will take to gather enough materials for the golden blueprint!
Lord Don, please think twice! It's okay if we go hungry, but we can't afford to let your noble self go hungry! If we can't find enough supplies, all of us will be done for!
Don roared, "Get out of my way! I don't believe he has that many supplies!"
No one! Can snatch things from , Don!!
[Buyer 5 raises the paddle, five hundred and fifty units of essential daily supplies.]
Waldo frowned.
This Don seems to have quite a fortune, actually able to gather that many supplies.
He doesn't seem like a pleasant person.
But well,
it ends here.
Waldo, indifferent, raised the bid once again.
[Buyer 8 raises the paddle, six hundred units of essential daily supplies.]
What! Six hundred units of daily supplies!! This is too...
This ti, the entire channel fell silent.
They were deeply shocked.
It was only a few days, yet soone managed to gather so many supplies.
Who on earth is this person?
And they raised the bid without any hesitation.
Even Lord Don hesitated before raising the bid.
On the other hand, this buyer number 8 followed closely after Lord Don's bid.
Whatever Lord Don raised, they raised by the sa amount, disregarding the minimum bid requirent of ten units of supplies.
It seed like in their eyes, these supplies were just a drop in the bucket.
Don's eyes were bloodshot, filled with unwillingness.
He didn't want to give up like this.
But when he tried to raise the bid again, he was notified that he didn't have enough supplies.
Don stared at the screen in front of him, fixated.
I want to see who you are this ti.
Don no longer competed with Waldo's bidding.
His supply of daily necessities
was insufficient, and he felt powerless.
The virtual auctioneer began to prompt: "Player 8 bids six hundred units of essential daily supplies, are there any other bidders?"
After a while, the auctioneer spoke again: "If there are no other bidders, then please allow to enter the countdown phase."
[Six hundred units of essential daily supplies, first call.]
[Six hundred units of essential daily supplies, second call.]
[Six hundred units of essential daily supplies, third and final call.]
Clang!
As the auction hamr fell, the deal was closed!
Waldo beca the winner of the golden-level blueprint: Barrier Wall.
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