"Forty billion—forty billion Supreme Immortal Stones! Is there anyone else who wishes to raise the bid?"
The old man on the elevated platform shouted as he watched the numbers gradually stop moving, his face full of urgency as he looked toward the gathered experts below.
They had paid an enormous price to secure the rights to auction this item on behalf of its owner. Their higher-ups had personally negotiated with that Primordial Unity Golden Immortal mighty figure.
In the end, they had agreed upon a minimum price of one hundred billion Supreme Immortal Stones.
If the final auction price fell short of one hundred billion, they would have to make up the difference themselves.
Otherwise, if that Primordial Unity Golden Immortal mighty figure held them accountable, no one would be able to bear the consequences.
And as the person in charge of this auction, he would be stripped down to his last pair of underwear paying for it.
His urgent words reached those below, prompting cold sneers from the experts around the hall and within the major private rooms.
Many of them were seasoned old hands. Naturally, they knew all about the auction house's little internal schemes.
Doing this could briefly throw the auction house into a state of panic, allowing them to force the price down.
As for how to force it down, there were naturally certain tricks to it.
What they did not know was that, this time, a greenhorn had slipped into the auction.
Just as the price seemed to have settled, the number changed the next moment.
Forty-one billion.
That number caused the expressions of certain people, who had been brimming with confidence, to shift slightly.
They had originally agreed to stop raising the price together, leaving the auction house riding a tiger with no way