A man in black walked up to the young man and bent down to say something. The young man's smile grew even brighter.
The paddle was raised again, with no intention of being put down.
The familiar mechanical voice came from the second floor box once more: "Twenty billion."
The entire audience was already numb.
Everyone was even getting more excited, their eyes fixed on the young man in white.
However, this time they were disappointed, as the young man in white did not raise his bid paddle.
He shrugged helplessly and said, "Someone's pointing a gun at me, I can't help it."
The face of the man in black behind him became even more cold and tense.
Everyone assumed he was joking, giving himself a way out, no one believed it.
On stage, the auctioneer called the price three times, and finally, the gavel fell.
