Chapter 645: 639: Do You Know What It Means to Be Rich? (Part 2)

Chapter 645: Chapter 639: Do You Know What It Means to Be Rich? (Part 2)

“The box won’t get damaged. Once closed, it possesses enormous protective abilities. Even if struck by firearms, it wouldn’t have any problem.” Dunn Monty nodded and spoke. The firearms he spoke of were obviously not from Earth. Finn Lewis reached out to take it, then placed the box on the ground and shoving it directly in front of Montgomery Tian. He said flatly, “It is a gift. For you.”

The people in the room froze in unison. Montgomery was stunned, gaping wordlessly. After Dunn Monty and Thomas Calvin recovered from their shock, they exchanged glances. That was 2 million star credits Finn Lewis just spent, and now he was just giving it away?

“I am not sure why you need this, but I assume someone in your family does. Take it. Since you accepted my order and will be serving me, consider this a reward.” Finn Lewis spoke with nonchalance, then turned his attention back to the auction happening outside.

Montgomery Tian finally came to his senses. Tears welled up in his eyes and he fell to his knees before anyone had time to react. He bowed three times forcefully, the noise of his forehead hitting the floor loud enough for Finn Lewis to hear.

“Stand up. I’m not a fan of having people kneel before me. It’s not a good habit to have around me.” Finn Lewis gestured dismissively, saying no more.

“8 million star credits for the first time, anyone wants to raise the price?” This time, unlike before, the place fell silent after the auctioneer’s call, instead of someone immediately raising the price.

“8 million star credits for the second time, anyone wants to raise the price? Even though its natural mining condition is ha...” The auctioneer rattled off quickly, trying to squeeze out the last ounce of possible bidding, but got interrupted by a bored voice before he could finish speaking.

“15 million.” Finn calmly cut in, then paused before saying apathetically, “Mr. Lincoln, I had my eye on this item too. There won’t be any misunderstanding with regular bidding, right?” Finn returned Heibear Lincoln’s previous provocation.

This time, however, the hall fell into dead silence. No one laughed because everyone was startled. Was this how a dispute started? Over a single provocative remark? If this was Finn’s style, then Heibear Lincoln’s day was going to end in a tragedy.

John Jenkins, the man in charge of this auction sitting backstage, was on the verge of laughing himself to death. Normally, organizers would be pissed at such a thing, but at an auction, an organizer would be ecstatic. If he weren’t unsure about Finn’s status, he’d be tempted to secretly contact Heibear Lincoln and encourage him to keep inflating the price.

With a man like Finn who boldly shot out such claims, it meant that he absolutely would not back down. In fact, not only backing down was out of question, but he would also do as he said.