Chapter 91: Let’s Spoil The Game (1/2)
Chapter 91: Let’s Spoil The Game
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The moment the bid of 10,000 was heard, the atmosphere cooled down a notch; so their heads in defeat
Hans felt a stir of excite was also known as ”Golden Car Grand Prix”; this was not an exaggeration, as the coold It was as if those parts were old
The supposedly valuable parts the duo heard ru as these two coether for a price of 70,000 to 80,000 dollars
If they could win the unit with just 10,000 dollars, it would be like they had hit the jackpot
However, the atain:
”Twelve thousand dollars—here! Here!”
”Thirteen thousand dollars Dmn, it’s too crazy”
”Fourteen thousand dollars I’hed ly at himself, ”I kneouldn’t be easy to win this unit Let’s take it up to fifteen thousand dollars!”
Another bid was called Hans wanted to continue bidding but Li Du stopped hi his head ”Let’s wait for a while—that shrewd fellow over there hasn’t uy Li Du mentioned was Rambis’s mustached brother-in-law He stared at the bidders coldly with a disdainful s that dude’s face to see if he can still s his teeth
”Well, we ht have a chance to soing up and the at up; the treasure hunters were conversing with each other because soe unit
”Hey, Baldwell, you seem like you need to win this badly—what’s in it?”
”Rando, what’s going on? What is inside the warehouse?”
”Sht, the price went up to fifteen thousand Is there a gold mine hidden in there?”
”Bro, what exactly does this warehouse contain?” the big-headed, large-eared Rah now”
”Keep it hush!+ Souy answered softly
”What? How did you know?” Rambis exclaimed
”I know this because I have a wide network of connections!” said the uy proudly
Actually, he had spent et ahold of insider information What he had told Raood
The bid went up further, fro point in the auction, for the atmosphere suddenly cooled down a lot
At this point, the uy decided it was time to bid; he held up his hand and said, ”30,000!”
The crowd gasped at his bid, and ihts:
”Carl, you are a beast!”
”Thirty thousand dollars? That’s playing with fire, dude!”
”Fck, Baldwell, let’s team up—you don’t have much money left, do you?”
The sharp 10,000-dollar increase in the bidding price made some of those who also had the insider infor race
The auctioneer pointed at the uy, Carl, and said, ”Now the price is 30,000, 30,000—anyone want to bid 31,000, 31,000, anyone?”