A sudden development arose, an overwhelming bid barging in midway through the fierce auction and crushing the entire field.
The instant they saw the long string of digits reading 100 million US Dollars,
every participant in the private boxes showed a flicker of surprise, while the bidders among them frowned.
A single raise exceeding 30 million was not unusual by New York Black Market Auction standards, but it generally only happened for the heavyweight lots later in the event.
No one had expected that the very first item would—
That was precisely why her eyes lit up at the sight of the bid.
Upon the white-lit stage, Gloria raised her voice in a tone that stirred up the entire venue:
"Amazing! The first bid to break 100 million tonight, from Private Box No. 9! Any higher? Any higher bids?"
Faced with the sudden 30-million increase, the entire venue fell silent for a moment.
Meanwhile, inside Private Box No. 9, Veronica casually called out the astronomical bid of 100 million US Dollars amid light conversation and laughter, instantly drawing the attention of the entire venue.
Fang Ran looked at Veronica, who seemed as though she had merely done something trivial.
"What are you trying to test.?"
A bright, nimble laugh escaped her at his question.
"In most situations, an auction is really just a game of psychological warfare."
Maintaining her Monica persona for the evening, Veronica spoke in the same girlish tone she had used on the street earlier.
"Expressions, posture, timing, the scale of an increase, the length of hesitation—all the information that reveals whether someone is determined, where their psychological limit lies, and so on..."
"...will be reflected in the act of making a bid."
Explaining the essence of auctions, she looked at Fang Ran slyly, as if sharing