"..."
Staring expressionlessly at the blond-haired kid for quite a while before finally muttering in a low voice, "Incredible. Your audacity is beyond my imagination."
"Tomorrow, I'll pass your story to Red Bull's PR department and have them approach you as a spokesperson. I think your spirit really aligns with Red Bull's slogan."
"Go on, bidding only ten billion more is way too modest."
"Bid a trillion, now THAT's a show of face."
"Or if you can't, a hundred trillion will do, it's super badass."
"When you die, I'll bring your head back. Your head will be the logo of my products from then on. I must teach my kids to never, EVER befriend a dyed-blond idiot."
"Why do you have to be so vulgar?"
The blond-haired kid retreated a little, somewhat weakened, "I won't bid anymore, okay? Seriously, how can you hurl insults so brutally?"
Meanwhile, everyone in the other booths turned their eyes to Booth No. 8, wondering who on earth was in there.
