"Miss Johnsons, you really are generous," the beautiful hostess said to her with a sycophantic smile.
She probably knew that the auction was coming to an end.
In the north, who would dare compete with Winny Johnsons? Besides, the price of five hundred million wasn't low. There was definitely a chance for an overbid.
So, she only asked symbolically, "Is there a higher bid? If not, these three treasures will go to Miss Johnsons."
On stage, the auction officer was already holding the gavel, ready to sound the golden gong.
At this moment.
A little boy suddenly walked in with heavy steps; he wore a finely tailored little suit and shiny black leather shoes. From head to toe, he was the epitome of nobility.
Clearly, he came from an extraordinary family.
Behind him followed an elder who, at the boy's gesture, promptly addressed the officer about to strike the gong, saying "Hold on, we bid ten billion."
Ten billion!
Twice the amount of Winny Johnsons!
Such opulence!
