"What exactly are you trying to do, Waver?"
Back in the room, the white-haired young man grabbed Lord El-Melloi II and demanded loudly.
"There's no way El-Melloi could possibly come up with that much money! Or are you trying to provoke the Thousand Tree Clan?"
"I truly don't have that much money."
Lord El-Melloi II nodded.
"But we have to keep going. Once the auction ends, it will all be over."
"Have you considered what happens if that young lady suddenly changes her mind and decides not to buy it? Wouldn't the El-Melloi Family be finished? This train isn't the kind of place that lets you buy on credit!"
The white-haired young man sighed helplessly.
"In fact, we've practically given up already, haven't we? What's the point of raising the bid like this? As long as that young lady raises her hand, she'll still win in the end."
"Does Miss Red Ponytail really have that much money?"
Hearing this, Gray could not help asking in surprise. Honestly, once the bids had passed a hundred million, she had nearly fainted. At the current figure, this poor country girl could no longer even imagine it.
"Of course. You may not know this, but the Thousand Tree Clan has become quite famous in the ordinary world over the past few years. It controls the production and sale of semiconductor raw materials, as well as the pharmaceutical industry..."
Lord El-Melloi II shook his head helplessly. Few people actually knew about this sort of thing. The Thousand Tree Clan was indeed rich, but ordinary people truly could not fathom just how rich. That was normal enough. Everyone knew chipmakers like AMD and Intel, but knew very little about raw-material suppliers like Umicore and Nichia.
In fact, the products those companies supplied were hardly secret weapons.