At the auction site, after Collins announced that the three drops of tears of time had been sold for 5.05 million low-grade spiritual stones, the two figures that the little kid's clone had observed with the titanium alloy dog eyes suddenly turned pale and collapsed.
On the seat.
Their minds went blank, and their ears were filled with buzzing tinnitus.
It took a long time for the two of them to get out of the state of confusion.
Looking at each other silently, the two of them looked at each other speechlessly, wanting to cry but without tears.
One of them stretched out his trembling right hand and touched his coat pocket.
After feeling empty, his expression froze.
Licking his dry lips, the man turned to look at his companion beside him.
"Did you bring cigarettes?"
"Bring it."
"Then give me one quickly and let me smoke one slowly to calm down the shock."
"No smoking allowed here."
"Let's go, there's no point in staying here."
The two quickly left the auction site.
At the sink in the bathroom, they rinsed their faces with cold water to make their minds clearer, and then the two of them started smoking shiveringly.
After puffing for a while, the short, fat middle-aged man among them couldn't help complaining: "Mike, I told you a long time ago to stop when enough is enough, but you just didn't listen."
"They've already offered 5 million low-grade spiritual stones, but you still have the guts to keep raising the price. Aren't you looking for death?"
"Look at it now, it won't end well, right?"
The tall middle-aged man smoked silently, somewhat speechless.
He felt enlightened that today's matter was indeed messed up by him.
The only blame is that he is too greedy and doesn't know how to restrain himself.
His intestines were almost turning green at this moment.
Originally, 5 million low-grade spiritual stones were placed in front of them, easily accessible, but because of his greed, these spiritual stones flew away like boiled ducks.
After taking a long puff of cigarette, the tall middle-aged man threw the remaining unfinished cigarette directly on the ground.
While crushing the unextinguished cigarette on the ground with his foot, he said with a stern face: "It's useless to talk more. Don't cling to this matter anymore. Let's think about what will happen next to this mess."
Clean it up?"
The short, fat middle-aged man said with a mournful face: "Although the tears of time are our own, since we have made the bid, we must follow the rules of the auction. The 10% handling fee cannot be paid, otherwise we will not be able to eat it.
Walk around."
"The current transaction price is 5.05 million low-grade spiritual stones. In other words, we have to pay a handling fee of more than 500,000 low-grade spiritual stones. But, where can we find so many spiritual stones?"
Hearing this, the tall middle-aged man couldn't help but fell silent, and his face was so gloomy that he almost shed tears.
After a long while, he breathed out softly: "There are only two ways now."
"Have you thought of a way?" The short, fat middle-aged man had a glimmer of hope in his eyes.
The tall middle-aged man nodded slightly and said in a deep voice: "The first way is to directly pay the three drops of tears of time to the Weapon Refiner Guild as a handling fee."
"But in this case, it is equivalent to using all the gains we have gained from paying so much price in the past two years as wedding dresses for others."
"All our hard work and efforts will be in vain."
"Of course, it's very possible that the Refiner's Guild doesn't care about these three tears of time at all, and everything is just our wishful thinking."
"What about the second method?" The short, fat middle-aged man rejected the first method without even thinking about it.
Who is willing to use the first method unless forced to do so?
Taking a deep breath, the tall middle-aged man said with piercing eyes: "Paul, do you remember that the top management of the Refiner's Union called yesterday and said that there was a customer who wanted to buy us in advance at a price far exceeding the starting price?
The tears of time in your hand?"
"What do you mean?" The short, fat middle-aged man's eyes lit up. He had already guessed what his companion's idea was.
The tall middle-aged man said with certainty: "If my guess is correct, the person who wanted to take the Tears of Time at the auction today should be the same person as the customer mentioned by the top brass of the Artificer Guild.
"
"Now only this person can solve our current predicament."
"But what we did at the auction today must have offended this person to death." The short, fat middle-aged man said with a sad face.
The tall middle-aged man's face froze, and then he smiled bitterly and said: "But I can see that that person is absolutely determined to win the Tears of Time in our hands."
"Even if we don't come looking for him, he will eventually find us."
"It's just that I'm afraid that the situation will develop in an unpredictable direction."
"What do you mean?" The short, fat middle-aged man swallowed hard and made a gesture of wiping his neck with an ugly face.
The tall middle-aged man nodded with dark eyes: "We can't rule out the possibility of this happening."
"However, on the Freedom of the Seas cruise ship, the other party will definitely not dare to take action easily."
"But when this trip is over, it will be hard to say."
"This is called carrying a jade." Shaking his head and sighing, the tall middle-aged man continued, "So we must hurry up and get rid of the Tears of Time in our hands before disembarking. It is always a trouble to carry this thing with you."
The short, fat middle-aged man nodded in agreement: "Then we will wait for the auction to end and then go find the top management of the Artifact Masters Guild to ask them for the contact information of the customer who wants to buy the Tears of Time in our hands."
"After we get the contact information, we will quickly come to your door with the things in a sincere manner. We must not make people wait anxiously."
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Private room No. 8.
Because he made up his mind to get three drops of Tears of Time at the minimum cost, the little kid's clone became generous when he had a lot of money.
He successively bought two favorite items for Feng Ke and Chen Anxian at prices of 100,000 and 130,000 low-grade spiritual stones respectively, which made them both so happy that they could hardly close their mouths.
However, Alice did not win any of the lots and did not give the little brat a chance to spend money.
In this way, the auction quickly came to an end.
As the hostess once again pushed the trolley onto the stage, Collins immediately said loudly: "The next is the last lot of this auction. In order to create a sense of mystery, this lot is not listed in your hands.
It’s on the auction list.”
"You may think that since this item is on sale as the finale, its value must be astonishing."
"In fact, the starting price of this item is not high, but it will make every lady crazy about it and flock to it..."