Chapter 235: Chapter 235: Supre Rare Gold Card Chapter 235: Chapter 235: Supre Rare Gold Card Shang Yu exhaled a cloud of smoke and grunted with an economy of words, “Hmm.”
At this, Qiu Huan beca excited.
He bent his knee to retract his long leg, propped his right arm against his knee, and leaned toward the man, suggesting, “Then why don’t you check to see who spent two hundred million on cufflinks.
I’m so fucking curious.
I have no idea which big shot from a wealthy family is this bold.”
Venus Auction Venue was no stranger to curiosities, but this ti, the two hundred million spent on cufflinks was truly rare.
Even taking a piece of blue and white porcelain ho would have more room for appreciation than cufflinks.
At that mont, Shang Yu flicked the ash from his cigarette and glanced at Qiu Huan, who was full of curiosity, and said concisely, “Go check it out yourself if you want to.”
Qiu Huan sneered and lay back down on the sofa, still muttering, “If I had the access, I would’ve checked it out long ago.”
There were only two Supre mbers in the entire Venus Auction House.
Besides Shang Yu, the other had not shown their face to date, and whether they were male or female was even more of a mystery.
Qiu Huan thought it was a waste of resources.
He had heard that the privileges of a Supre mber at Venus were absurdly high, including an unwritten rule that if a Supre mber took a liking to an auction item, other mbers had better not compete and should make way early.
Because you can’t outbid them!
The wealth of a Supre mber can’t be asured in billions.
It has to be asured in trillions or even quadrillions.
Even if you spent your entire fortune to bid for a treasure, it might just be a drop in the ocean for a Supre mber.
The more Qiu Huan thought about it, the more he felt it was a sha.
Such high Supre privileges wasted, as Shaoyan had never used them, was simply squandering a natural resource.
After a few seconds of silence, he moved closer to Shang Yu again and negotiated, “How about you get soone to check if they are male or female for .
I bet it’s a woman.
Those cufflinks are so expensive, and even as a man, I’m not interested, so… let’s take a look?”
No sooner had he finished speaking than Shang Yu lifted his cigarette-bearing hand with her brows slightly furrowed, “Quiet.”
The internally irate Qiu Huan wanting to curse: “…”
…
In a flash, it was 9:30 PM, and the previous nineteen items had all been sold.
The total hamr price had exceeded five billion.
Now, the last item, “The Autobiography of the Stock God,” was finally brought on stage.
The auction hall, which had been slightly noisy, went silent in an instant.
Everyone looked towards the auctioneer, their eyes lingering on the large screen introducing the item.
This autobiography had failed to sell three tis, and its appearance at Venus had already piqued the curiosity and attention of countless bidders.
So had even prepared sufficient funds, planning to take this autobiography ho.
Because it was rare enough.
At this mont, the auctioneer had an indescribable look on his face.
He really didn’t know how to introduce this autobiography with no known provenance.
The venue grew quiet for a few seconds before the auctioneer gritted his teeth, skipped all unnecessary embellishnt, and got straight to the point, “The last unique item ‘The Autobiography of the Stock God,’ starting at fifty million, let’s begin.”
As the auctioneer’s voice fell, the atmosphere of the auction was pushed to a climax.
Countless people vied to raise their paddles, with bids echoing one after another.
Uncle Zong, sitting in the front row, looked back and sighed inwardly.
Miss was right; once this autobiography entered Venus, it was indeed fiercely contested.
As if the three previous failed auctions had never happened.
In less than five minutes, with more and more people raising paddles, the price of the autobiography had soared to three hundred million.
Uncle Zong hadn’t raised his paddle yet, waiting for instructions in his earpiece.
A few more minutes passed, and the price continued to climb, but the number of bidders had noticeably dwindled.
Those present were only middle and low-level mbers, with at most a few billion in available funds.
They couldn’t withstand the increasing pace of this final autobiographical item.
As the number of paddlers gradually fell back to single digits, the incrents in bids grew smaller.
Soone called out, “Four hundred and thirty million.”
The venue fell silent for a mont before soone raised the bid, “Four hundred thirty-five million.”
When this price was called out, people began to whisper among themselves.
“Old Dai, after you get the autobiography, rember to let us pay homage,”
“Exactly, let us have a good look at what’s so special about this autobiography.”
The middle-aged man known as Old Dai, with an expression of superiority, pursed his lips and nodded slightly, “Hmm, you can.”
Seeing his reaction, the crowd couldn’t help but mock him in a low voice, “Old Dai is just a rich fool, spending over four hundred million on a worthless autobiography and still pleased with himself.”
“You can’t say that.
If the autobiography made it to Venus, it might be quite significant.”
“Heh, even if it is, the price is still too high.”
“Honestly, haven’t you guys noticed that so far, the top mbers haven’t bid?
If they’re not competing for the autobiography, it ans it’s worthless, and we’re here cheering for nothing.”
With this reminder, those around nodded in agreent, finding the logic sound.
At the Venus Auction, items fought over by top mbers or Supres are definitely treasures.
But if they skip the bidding, that alone speaks volus about the item’s lack of value.
Thus, the bidders who couldn’t raise their bids settled back to enjoy the show, feeling justified.
Old Dai, who had bid four hundred thirty-five million, began to sweat profusely.
Just then, as the auctioneer was repeating the second round of bidding, Uncle Zong slowly raised his paddle, “Five hundred million.”
At the venue, people gasped and looked in Uncle Zong’s direction; many laughed upon seeing him.
Oh, it’s that top mber again, the one who spent two hundred million on a pair of cufflinks.
So much money!
However, because a top mber made an offer, the reputation of the autobiography changed again.
Yet, no one else raised their paddle to bid.
Even if the autobiography contained a Golden House, no one would compete for it now.
Facing a top mber, they likely couldn’t win, so why bother?
Uncle Zong sat there confidently, tapping his paddle against his thigh, looking forward to pleasing the lady tonight.
At this mont, the auctioneer was montarily stupefied, his gaze towards Uncle Zong filled with imnse respect; the autobiography was no longer at risk of being unsold.
He lifted the small hamr, repeating quickly, “Five hundred million for the first ti.”
“Five hundred million for the second ti.”
“Wait—”
Suddenly, the tightly closed double wooden doors of the auction hall were pushed open from outside.
All eyes turned towards the sound, only to see the Auction Director of Venus holding a tray, walking step by step to the front of the auctioneer.
On the tray lay a Venus black Supre Rare Gold Card.
The auctioneer was taken aback; the entire venue was shocked.
The Supre had not made a move in over half a year, and this ti, had they really co back for an autobiography?
The Director of Venus, with utmost respect, picked the card from the tray and handed it to the auctioneer.
“This…” The auctioneer put down the hamr, his breathing quickened as he cradled the Supre Card in his hands, calming his spirits, and in an excited and elevated tone, he asked all the bidders below, “Ladies and gentlen, the Supre has made a bid; does anyone wish to increase the price?”
Who would dare?
Are they out of their minds?
The fact that the Supre Rare Gold Card was brought out by the Director of Venus ant “The Autobiography of the Stock God” belonged to nobody but the Supre.
Because no matter how high your bid, the Supre Card would double it.
You bid one billion, Supre bids two billion, and so on, until you can’t afford to raise any higher.
At this ti, even the previously content Uncle Zong was utterly shocked.
He quickly whispered a warning to Li Qiao over the headset, “Miss, it’s bad, the Supre has made a move.”
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