"Four hundred million," Miyamoto Hoya raised his sign.
Hill quoted, "Four hundred and one million."
Miyamoto Hoya didn't take Hill seriously at all, "Five hundred million."
Hill bid five hundred and one million.
Miyamoto continued to raise the price, but this ti, he didn't increase by one hundred million each ti, but by two million.
From then on, they were reciprocally bidding one and two million.
When Miyamoto bid the price up to six hundred million, Hill frowned slightly.
Right now, the price of this ivory carving had multiplied several tis, exceeding her budget. Particularly considering it wasn't Lalinka fighting with her over it, there wasn't any point in her continuing to bid.
So.
Might as well just let Miyamoto Hoya walk away with it.
"Six hundred million once, six hundred million twice..."
Just as the deal was about to be closed, a faint voice ca from the corner, "One billion."
One billion!
Such words were like a blockbuster.
Even the always composed Miyamoto Hoya was stunned.
He could never have imagined that soone would dare to compete with him for the item, let alone call out a sky-high price of one billion!
At this mont, everyone in the auction hall turned to look.
The figure in the corner was sowhat slender.
Dressed in black clothing, sporting a baseball cap on their head, one couldn't make out their facial features, but the skin exposed to sight was as fair as snow.
Utterly mysterious.
A strong, unstoppable aura emanated from them.
"Who is that person?"
"Could it be soone from J?"
With such a spectacle, not only bystanders, but even the host had never experienced it before.
Everyone had thought that Miyamoto Hoya would be the one bidding the highest.
Unexpectedly, soone else opened the bidding at one billion!
Despite being a national storehouse, Miyamoto Hoya could not lose face over such matters, "One billion two hundred million!"
"Two billion," the faint voice spoke again.
Miyamoto's face turned ashen, his hands clenched into fists.
Nobody has ever dared to publicly provoke him before.
"Three billion!"
If they want to play, then let's play.
Three billion!
The scene quieted down even further.
Feeling imnsely satisfied after voicing that bid, Miyamoto Hoya believed the opponent wouldn't dare to raise the price again. But, from within the air, a voice ca yet again, "Six billion."
At this mont.
The ivory carving was no longer just an art piece for Viola Thompson.
It represented the dignity of all her countryn.
A national treasure could not be allowed to fall into foreign hands again.
Miyamoto Hoya was stupefied.
Was this madness!
Six billion!
Even for him, it wouldn't be easy to co up with six billion.
Furthermore, the true value of this ivory carving only amounted to eighty million.
"Six billion once! Six billion twice! Six billion three tis!" The host hamred down his gavel, "Congratulations to Number 26!"
Miyamoto Hoya narrowed his eyes and glanced towards the corner, his gaze was sharp as knife, appearing as though it could kill.
This outco, even Lalinka hadn't anticipated.
She couldn't help but feel curious.
Just who was this person sitting in the corner?
Nathaniel Besian turned to Viola Thompson, "Master, you were really brave!"
Six billion.
The master didn't even blink when bidding that.
Money sure allows caprice.
The second item up for auction was a genuine calligraphy work from a great master.
Hearing the host's voice, Viola Thompson thought she had heard wrong.
She looked up at the stage.
No mistake.
It was indeed the great master's calligraphy.
The auction price began at one million, and bidding incrents were set at one hundred thousand.
"Two hundred thousand."
"Two hundred and fifty thousand."
The great master was quite well-known in the field of calligraphy, and in no ti at all, the price had climbed from two hundred thousand to one million fifty thousand.
Seeing this, Viola Thompson's eyes narrowed slightly as she picked up her sign, "Two million."
Again, that familiar voice.
And that familiar technique.
Lalinka raised her sign, "Three million."
She really wanted to see who this person was.
Seeing Lalinka make a move, naturally, Hill wasn't going to back down, "Five million."
Through these three people operating together, the bidding price for a calligraphy work initially worth one million had climbed to twenty million.
Viola Thompson continued to raise her sign, this ti, she quoted straight away one hundred million.
The auction hall quieted down once again.
Hill squinted her eyes, "One hundred and fifty million."
"Two hundred million," Lalinka continued to bid.
"Three hundred million," Viola Thompson continued to bid.
This ti, Hill didn't speak, and neither did Lalinka.
Spending three hundred million on a set of characters really didn't make sense to them.
The host continued: "Three hundred million once, three hundred million twice..."
"Five hundred million!" Just then, the always silent Miyamoto Hoya spoke up.
This ti, he was determined to win this painting.
Not for any particular reason.
All for face-saving.
Viola Thompson curled her lips slightly, "One billion and five hundred million."
The lightness of those three words, seed to say that for her, one billion and five hundred million dollars was as simple as fifteen dollars.
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