This time, it was the private-box warriors' turn to show their strength. They drove the price up to a hundred million from the very start, then quickly bid it up to a hundred and sixty million, leaving Dole staring in disbelief.
He had taken a loss. He had sold that bottle too cheaply.
The final sale price stunned Dole even more—it went straight up to a hundred and eighty million.
His heart was bleeding.
"Damn it, who was that guy? Fuck, I lost tens of millions of magic crystals."
The two bottles sold at the same price, and Dole received six hundred million directly. After the commission was deducted, he pocketed two hundred and forty million.
What a massive loss.
Meanwhile, in one of the private rooms, the corner of a middle-aged man's mouth twitched. "I didn't expect him to have two more bottles. If I'd known, I would have bought them outright. At this price, I'm afraid there's no chance of buying them separately in the future."
Though he had made tens of millions off Dole, the middle-aged man guessed that the other party must hate him to death.
That was a new pharmacist, probably badly short of money. He had made money off him for no reason at all; next time, the man probably would not be so easy to deal with.
Most importantly, he actually had two more bottles. The middle-aged man stroked his chin, then said to the person behind him, "In a few days, send two lightning-element magic cores to Wizard Dole and seek a long-term partnership. Our family needs Thunder Demon Potions."
The man nodded calmly, then said, "Yes, Elder. But he has only just begun refining Thunder Demon Potions, so his output is still rather limited. Would that not be of limited help