Novel & Cerita Blue Book Bidding

Jory states. I nod back at him, because he is right, “I’ve never heard of them starting the bid for a virgin that high! It’s not something any of us expected.” I sigh as I think. I send out a quick text while I raise my card, raising the bid. ME: Starting bid is one million... My phone pings right away. We now know what all is at stake and I just got the go ahead. After going back and forth, I hide my grin when I call out “Three million dollars!”

"She's gone crazy. This woman is really crazy. Indeed, this thing is the most tempting for alchemists." Mister Bough gritted his teeth, opened his mouth, but in the end, he did not raise the bid any further. He estimated that even if he added a few more billion, the other party would continue to increase. Judging from that woman's appearance, she was determined to go all the way. "Miss Haley, the bid has already reached one hundred and twenty billion. Mister Bough, will you raise the bid?" Sabrina's hand was already placed on the gavel. She estimated that at this point, this fiercely competitive bidding would finally come to an end.

Each time they press it their bid will be registered, it captures everything in live time so all Hunter has to do is try to stirring them into a bidding frenzy. “The rules are simple. There will be three minutes for you all to bid. I will announce the starting bid. Each bid will increase by the hundreds until we get to a thousand, then it will increase by that amount. All bidders are legally bound and are expected to wire the money immediately after the auction closes. Failure to do so will result in being asked to leave The Bluemoon pack before the games have finished and a target on yours back. In the event of a tie, we will then discuss with the two winners how they would like to proceed.

I kept listening to them bid. "600 000 dollars," Someone at the front yelled. Bastards, they all want to bed a virgin. I was about to make my bidding when someone else bidded higher. "800 000 dollars." The person said, everywhere became quiet. I turned around to see who it was. A Vandata, I smirked and began to tap my fingers on my thighs. "Is that all, going.... going.... Anyone else want to bid higher." "1500 000 dollars." I shouted, fingering my moustache as I stared ahead at my new property.

Bran called to the room. The other patrons laughed good-naturedly. “Well, just to make sure I’m not outbid, I’ll give you ten million, Mr. Nieves. Final bid,” Bran offered. Mr. Nieves did, indeed, look as though he might faint. I wondered if I should get him a chair. “Mr. Lockwood, you are exceedingly generous,” he wheezed. “Um… ten million going once, ten million going twice….” There were no other bids. I knew there wouldn’t be.

“Let’s start bidding at $10,000” My first thought was damn, that is a bit high but I was quickly proven wrong. “$10,000!” “$10,500” “12,000!” “$15,000” “$15,000 going once, going twice!” “$20,000!” “$20,000 going once, going twice, SOLD to the gentleman in the black with a blue blazer!” The auctioneer said. I looked at the guy in the back. He looked to be about the same age as her and they smiled at each other. “Give your information to the gentlemen with the clipboard and you guys can discuss details.”

"Eleven million credits." "Twelve," I said immediately. The crowd gasped. "Twelve million!" the elder called out. He looked like he was about to drop his book. "The bid is twelve million from the back row." Chloe’s hand tightened on her paddle. I heard the plastic creak from across the room. A small blue vein popped out on the side of her temple. It throbbed under her skin. "Fifteen million," Chloe said. She spat the words out.

All I wanted was for him to get to the damn point. "Everyone, the origins might be buried sixty-six feet for all we care, yet tonight, it can be yours. Worth? Priceless. But we start the bidding at a modest 80 million dollars. Shall we begin?" Wasting no time, I scanned my card on the designated table scanner. It quickly displayed on the big screen behind him. And that's when the bidding got aggressive. After all, with criminals, smugglers, and corrupt officials competing with each other, you couldn't expect anything else.

“Two hundred thousand. Do I hear two twenty?” No one moved. “Two hundred thousand going once… going twice…” “Wait!” Sage blurted. “You can’t just—” “Sold,” the auctioneer said, slamming his gavel. The room erupted into murmurs, but Sage’s ears were ringing. Damian Cross had just bought Bluebird Café.

Vegas's voice echoed through the dimly lit room, “We will begin the bid at $30,000” He continued, his lips frozen in a smile unlike when he was back at the stage. I felt a shiver run down my spine as the bidding began, each voice calling out a higher price, $30,000, $40,000, $50,000. I closed my eyes, unable to bear the thought of being sold to the highest bidder. “"A true gem, this one. A rare find, indeed." Vegas let out, persuading the bidders to bid a little higher