The merchant now wished he could slap himself twice. Why did he show up at this spot for nothing?
Now he could only pin his hopes on the young man, "Kid, aren't you going to increase the bid? Just one cent more, and the stars and the sea will be all yours!"
The young man didn't speak, bowing his head and focusing on his math problems.
The auctioneer continues: "One million one hundred and three thousand ..."
Before the auctioneer even finished speaking, he was once again aggressively interrupted by the merchant who was now breaking out in a cold sweat.
It is said that a wealthy owner of the Diamond of Misfortune spent his fortunes dry, while he himself was bitten to death by wild dogs in the wilderness!
