Novel & Cerita Blue Book Bidding

"551!" "600!" "601, 000!!" He countered in a growl, almost ready to chew up his opponent's head now. "Alright. 601,000! Going once, going twice... may offer pa ba?" tanong ng emcee. I closed my eyes, hoping na sana wala ng ibang offer. And when no one had ever bid again, I almost jumped out in happiness. "Alright! Miss Brenda was bidded with P601,000 to Mr. del Fuero!"

"300,000." Where the other voices are excited shouts and desperate bids, this voice is more of a calm declaration. This voice is different. There is no urgency, no emotion in it. It isn't hopeful or demanding. It's matter of fact. It's decisive. Unlike the other bidders, this low, steady voice puts in his bid as if he doesn't care whether or not he can even be heard by anyone but the announcer. And yet, that voice commands the attention of everyone around. The whole world stops for that voice, and the crowd goes silent. "300... 300,000! Wow, folks! Do you hear that? We've got a real high bidder here! Do I hear a 301,000?"

I just… I knew I was being reckless when I continued bidding and bidding without actually giving a shit or two about the price which was now above the building itself. At this point, I wasn’t bidding for the auction; I wanted to see the lengths she would go to, for what she wanted. And the fact that this lady here was the boss of CGC was still so foreign. I mean it was all too good. By the time the price hit 1 billion with no signs of caving from two sides, a man with a heavy Indian accent mounted the stage and drew our attention to him. Elizabeth and I broke our stares and looked ahead at the Indian guy, Mr. Balu.

” Bidding starts from $400,000” “ We have a million,” he announced. Richard was still. He hasn't made a bidding yet. “ 10 million, 20 at the end” “ 500,000 at the far end”. It was getting all tense and I wanted to know what Richard was planning when he held up his bidding tag.

"Bid 780. We'll see where that gets us with the bid snipers." Zayed grinned and immediately typed in $780,000 into the bid box before hitting 'go'. With the bid set, the only thing left was to wait. Wait to see if I won, and wait to see if this little innocent flower was as innocent as she claimed to be.

Ten minutes later, he came back, holding his phone in his hand, and said, "Mr. Meyer, the bidding department just called me. They asked me if you wanted to go to the winter season fashion bidding." "When is it?" Zayn looked up from his iPad. “Two o'clock in the afternoon,” Gael took a glance at his watch and replied. Zayn thought for a moment and then asked,”Which companies are we competing with?” “Almost all the big names in Bay city. Besides,there will be several small studios.” Zayn was surprised by the word studio and asked, 'Is there a studio called Blue Dreams?” “I'm not sure about that”, Gael shook his head and then asked, looking at Zayn, "Should I find out about that now?”

The auctioneer raised the microphone, his voice sharp, controlled, and commanding echoing through the grand hall with a precision that left no room for doubt. “Twenty million dollars, bid by Mr. De Luca. Do I hear any higher bid?… No? Then it is confirmed. Sold! Twenty million dollars, from Mr. De Luca. The transaction is complete, and that is officially secured. Mr. De Luca, the responsibility of this acquisition is now yours.”

I nod, as he grabs another microphone and hands it to me. “I am majoring in pre-med,” I say, making sure I don’t see anything to personal like the school name, ect. “I see, smart and a beauty,” He grins at me and the billionaire’s chuckle. “I think its fair to say we all know anatomy here and what you are offering so, let’s skip the rest of it and start the bidding at eighty-thousand-dollars.” My heart jumps into my throat-- what if no one bids. “80k, a see a hand raise, another one raises 85, 90, 95, 100, 130….” It stops. My heart is racing.

"Next up is our sixth item—Bluesand. It's a rare herb used in traditional medicine, and I don't think I'll need to introduce its uses. Anyone in the know would already be aware of its worth. "The starting price is 500,000 dollars, and each bid has to be at least 100,000 dollars. Ladies and gentlemen, you may start placing your bids," the host said. Anyone who would bid on Bluesand had to be a traditional medicine practitioner or from a company that produced pharmaceutical products. People who knew nothing about Bluesand wouldn't bother participating in the bidding, so it would be a waste of time to introduce its functions. "Two million dollars!" Hugo slowly raised his right hand, looking dis

They quickly raised their hands to bid, and the price shot up from five hundred thousand… to two million in no time, and it kept rising, which made Xiao Chen truly praise the Blue Swan Trading House. “Who would’ve thought this item is this good? I have to get this book! Three million!” said the first elder, extremely excited to see the demigod-level technique. “Hm… four million!” The next words made the first elder furious, and he immediately raised the price to five million. But the person in room number three didn’t want to be outdone either; the price shot up to six million, then seven million. “That’s right, I saw them go into room number seven earlier. Elder, is that book important?”