After the advertising Tender Meeting was announced to begin, a projected screen appeared in front of every seat at the platinum-colored tables and chairs.
Displayed on it were the Triwizard Tournament advertising slots, with a draggable duration selector at the bottom.
A larger projected screen stood before Vincent. "As you can see, our Tender Meeting is a little different from previous ones."
He lightly tapped the pre-match slot with his finger. "After selecting the slot you want, choose the duration you require."
After dragging it to 15 seconds and confirming, a nine-key numerical interface appeared on the screen.
"Once you enter your bid, the information will be recorded in the system and displayed in real time. Of course, you may alter your bid at any time."
Vincent's name appeared on the right side of the screen, with the bidding information below it. Most conspicuous was the amount he had just entered.
It eliminated the cumbersome process of calling and raising bids, making for a simple and efficient bidding experience.
Vincent glanced at the Magical Communicator on his wrist. "It is now 10:08. Bidding will begin at 10:15 and last for 45 minutes. There is no upper limit."
The moment he finished speaking, the entire venue erupted.
Some of those without particularly substantial financial resources were already considering leaving.
They all believed Wayne Enterprises had gone mad for money. It had merely given them the chance to participate in the bidding, not the chance to win.
Vincent stood in the center of the venue, maintaining a smile as he watched them.
This Triwizard Tournament would be broadcast live to the Wizarding World across the globe. Without substantial financial backing, even the best advertising would not be able to successfully leave Britain.
Besides, if they really had gone mad for money, they