Lin Mo leaned back in his leather chair, enjoying another sweet slice of spirit apple.
Beside him, Master Jian and Little Peach leaned over the golden auction ledger, their jade spectacles glowing with soft violet data streams.
“Chairman Lin,” Master Jian whispered, his weathered finger tracing down the index. “The next ninety lots—from Lot Thirty to Lot One Hundred and Nineteen—are all genuine treasures. There are twenty star-cruiser shield generators, thirty void-mining drill rigs, twenty-five celestial alchemy furnaces, and fifteen subspace array cores.”
Little Peach adjusted her white spectacles, her rabbit ears twitching with excitement. “Master Jian is right! The Blood-Tax Oligarchs down on the floor need these ninety lots to run their commercial fleets and factories. If they don’t buy these shields, furnaces, and array cores today, their commercial monopolies will grind to a halt within a month!”
Lin Mo looked down at the amphitheater floor.
Dozens of wealthy dukes, factory barons, and private fleet owners were clutching their bidding paddles with white knuckles. They sweated through their silk robes as they calculated their reserves, knowing they were bidding for the survival of their commercial fleets.
Lin Mo looked at the console floating before his armrest.
On the sovereign bidding panel, there was an illuminated toggle switch labeled: [AUTO-OUTBID 5X BUTTON].
