Chapter 2365

The bidding below remained lukewarm throughout. The earlier auction items were all quality pieces, but none of the prices really stood out.

Yet for the kind of crowd gathered in Chetvine tonight, money was never the issue. Most of the guests here were powerhouses in their own right, so the auction atmosphere felt oddly dull and lifeless.

This put pressure on Elsie on the center stage. Her job was to maximize profits for the auction house as much as possible. To put it bluntly, taking an item worth 100 dollars and hyping it up to 10,000 dollars was what she was supposed to do. However, the atmosphere in Chetvine was completely different from small places like Jayrodale.

These people were not just rich; they had sharp eyes, too. If you wanted to treat them like fools and empty their wallets, it was impossible without genuine goods to back it up.

Meanwhile, Andrew, watching from Suite No. 3, noticed Elsie’s predicament. The item currently up for bidding was a martial arts manual. It was not particularly rare, and in the ranking system, it was only an Obscure–tier item.

“Eight million going twice… Are there any other guests who’d like to bid?” Elsie asked as she scanned the entire venue.

Disappointment gradually filled her eyes. She had initially thought it would at least reach ten million. If it sold for eight million, the auction house would not make much profit. That would mean her performance was just mediocre.

At that moment, a laughing voice forcefully interrupted the bidding.

“Ten million. Come on, people, stop pretending you’re hotshots. Bid or go home. Don’t embarrass yourselves trying to look rich.”

The tone was so arrogant that the entire room stirred in disbelief.

“Who the hell is that guy?” someone muttered.

“He’s from Suite No. 3! Of course, he’s cocky.”

“Suite No. 3? So what! I’m in Suite No. 5, and I’m not acting like an idiot,” someone else scoffed.

“This is Chetvine, not some backwater village. The real elites here keep it low–key and classy,” another added.

“Yeah, this guy sounds like a nouveau riche trying to show off. Let’s teach him a lesson… 11 million! Buddy, you’ve had your fun.”

“What makes you think you’re important enough to call me ‘buddy’? 15 million! If you can’t afford to keep up, shut your mouth and stay in your lane.”

The person who just bid immediately flew into a rage. He yanked open the front panel of Suite No. 5 with a dark expression and said, “I’m Benny from the Murphy family, a northern martial arts clan. May I ask who you are? Why don’t you give us your name so we can settle this?”

Suite No. 3 remained silent for a few seconds before Andrew’s voice drifted out again. He said, “Never heard of the Murphy family. If you’ve got guts, keep bidding. If not, go back to your farm and stop pretending to be someone you’re not.”

Benny bared his teeth in a vicious grin. “Alright, let’s play, you arrogant prick. But you’d better pray I don’t find out who you are. If I find out who you are, I’ll make sure you can’t survive up north.”

Andrew’s voice came again, smooth and taunting. “Whatever, dude.”

Benny’s expression darkened. “20 million! I’m taking you down today.”

He had already shown his face publicly, so if he withdrew or backed out now, it would be a public humiliation. Moreover, many people were watching, including Valerie in Suite No. 2.

She was the very woman Benny had been infatuated with for years. He absolutely would not embarrass himself right in front of her.

“Alright, Mr. Murphy. You’ve got guts. You win… I’m out!”

The room went quiet. No one had expected him to just let go that easily.