As A Trash Collector, I Collected A Imperial Jade Seal Chapter 637 – The Fight for the Sheep Head

Chapter 637: The Fight for the Sheep Head

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“65 million!” The bidder was none other than Charles’s arch-nemesis, Mike.

Mike had invested heavily in the estate, but, despite his efforts, he hadn’t managed to secure it. His frustration was nearing a boiling point.

It wasn’t a matter of financial shortage. 70 for the estate was hefty, but if he could acquire it, it promised a significant return on investment.

However, as he prepared to continue bidding, his subordinates informed him that Charles had preemptively bought all roads surrounding the estate. To exit or enter the property, one would be forced to traverse Charles’s territory.

The estate had a substantial daily shipment volume. Without accessible roads, they would be compelled to resort to helicopters for transportation. This approach was far from efficient.

Thus, with a heavy heart, Mike had to relinquish his pursuit.

However, the Sheep Head artifact presented another enticing prospect. He was ready to splurge, hoping to ease his frustration by securing this valuable relic.

65 million was a steep price for Mike, but it wasn’t insurmountable, considering the artifact’s worth.

After some time, no one else placed a bid. The auctioneer, observing the animated discussion among the audience, surmised that the price had likely hit its zenith

If everyone could truly appreciate this ram’s head, the auctioneer wouldn’t have needed to exhaust so much effort in its description.

“65 million. Any higher offers?” the auctioneer queried, but the room fell silent.

“65 million for the first time!”

“65 million for the second time!”

The auctioneer started his countdown, and Mike began to entertain thoughts of an assured victory.

After all, it was rare for people to spend such a sum on an item like this. But just then, a discordant voice echoed from the upstairs box:

“66 million.”

At the sound of this voice, the auctioneer’s face lit up with delight, while Mike’s expression soured.

The higher the final price of the item, the larger the commission the auctioneer would pocket. So naturally, he was thrilled to witness a bidding war.

However, for Mike, the situation was different. He had a finite pool of resources. As an estate manager, he had to ensure adequate funds for the estate’s operation.

Although 66 million was not an insurmountable figure for him, any additional increase could prove problematic.

Who was this adversary? Did they possess such a robust financial standing, even surpassing his, one of the top three estate owners in Atlanta?

“66 million. Is there anyone willing to bid higher?” the auctioneer asked, though everyone knew he was directing the question solely at Mike.

At this price, apart from Mike, no one else was likely to continue bidding.

Upon reflecting, Mike grew increasingly irate. He had lost the estate he had painstakingly cultivated. Now, when he sought to acquire the Sheep Head to vent his anger, someone was obstructing him?

The more he pondered, the more his anger flared. He resolved that he must not let anyone else claim the Sheep today!

“67 million!”

“70 million!”

Before the auctioneer even had a chance to call for higher bids, the voice from the upstairs box announced a bid of seventy million.

This was an astonishing seventy million! Just now, the estate, which had demanded so much of their resources, had only sold for a similar amount.

And now, the price of the Sheep Head had effortlessly reached seventy million?

Moreover, the voice from upstairs radiated such confidence. As soon as Mike bid 67 million, they countered with seventy million.

It seemed they were resolute in their pursuit of the Sheep Head.

Who exactly was this enigmatic magnate? Did they regard money as inconsequential?

All eyes once again turned to Mike’s box.

Everyone was curious to see the outcome of this duel between Mike and the mysterious tycoon.

Mike found himself in a precarious position.

He could clearly sense the other party’s determination to secure the Sheep Head, and their liquidity was evidently far superior to his.

Continuing to bid might lead to an unfavorable outcome.

But if he withdrew now, wouldn’t it be a colossal embarrassment?

He was tempted to bid again but feared the other party might stop increasing the price.

After all, seventy million was already a considerable sum. If it rose any further, he wouldn’t be able to shoulder it.

As the auctioneer continued his countdown, Mike quickly skimmed through the auction rules laid on the table.

He discovered that the minimum bid increment was a hundred thousand.

Mike decided to take a gamble.

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“7.1 million!”

The moment the words left Mike’s mouth, he was consumed by regret. He was one of the three wealthiest men in Atlanta. How could he stoop to such a petty act?

But the words were out, and it was too late for regrets.

Upon hearing this price, the crowd in the auction hall erupted in murmurs.

“Has Mike lost his nerve?