"Though this jewel is priceless, it had a reserved price now of 8million." The announcer announced.
8 million was nothing when it came to the people of Summerlane, as this city was filled with the world class richest people.
The first bidder raised his sign, "ten million."
"Twelve million." Another person said.
"Fifteen million."
"Twenty million." And the price went up and up.
Once the price reached thirty million there were only a few people still holding up. After all, not everyone was willing to spend tens of million on a mere jewel, especially the men with women who didn't matter to them.
Admist the chorus of complaints from a few women around, Mack raised his stick with a proud and determined face and shouted, "50million." Loud enough for everyone around to hear.
The people around looked at the young man and at the sight of him, a lot of people who had their hands up suddenly began to drop it. They lost hope already.
