Gu Xiao looked up after venting, only to find that the goddess in the white trench coat had vanished without a trace.
Sigh.
It's fine. I'll go freshen up and wait for you.
Yet the auction that followed was nothing short of horrifying in Gu Xiao's eyes.
12 million.
16 million.
Even some broken scepter had sold for the astronomical price of 44 million!
Gu Xiao's lips kept twitching.
Good thing all I want is that little dormouse that keeps to itself!
Time ticked by.
At last, Lot No. 53 was brought out.
However, the auctioneer suddenly stepped aside, and an elderly Chinese man with graying temples slowly walked onto the stage.
Everyone held their breath at once. Wasn't that President Hester Brown?
The old man gave a slight wave, and a staff member beside him slowly pushed forward an exquisite display cart.
President Brown personally stepped forward and lifted the red cloth covering it. Solemnly, he said, "This item holds special meaning for me. Whoever wins it, I will personally tell them the story behind it."
"That is all. Let the bidding begin."
The old man was sparing with words. He slowly approached the auction podium, picked up the gavel, and said, "Starting price: 100 euros."
The hall fell completely silent.
President Brown often auctioned items personally, but they were always priceless treasures.
What was this tiny piece of amber supposed to be?
There was not even any information released about it?
Had the president decided to sell things with a zen attitude?
Most puzzling of all, why was the starting price only 100 euros?
Still, among the wealthy people present were those with discerning eyes. With just a distant look, they understood the item's nature—it was, at most, a creative art piece with no collectible value whatsoever.
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