Our Wealth Our Weapon 2
“I don't have any ideas for now. I will get back to you in the next five minutes. Permit me to contact some media houses.”
“Please do.”
Subsequently, Mr. Ferguson made some calls and thereafter, he called the IVC back.
“Hello, boss.”
“Yes, I'm with you.”
“From what I gathered, the Island Auction Sales is real, but they have already made their selection. As a matter of fact, the auction sale was just a formality.”
“In that case, we must destabilize their plans. Find your way to the Ministry of Trade and Commerce. The Purple Tag Chairman will be on his way too. Give the bidding the publicity needed. I will inform all our branches to do the same, and I will also follow up.”
“I will do as you said, boss.”
“Bye for now.”
(Cut)
Jeff woke up seriously invigorated because Mr. Morris and Leon made sure that he rested and fed well. That day, he was energized and was prepared to face the week. They were all set for their various activities. Mr. Morris decided to work from home, while, Kelvin and his aid accompanied Leon to school and Jeff drove his clunker to the venue with his grandfather's aids and security, who always followed from a reasonable distance.
Furthermore, they got to the bidding venue – the Ministry of Trade and Commerce at about 8:30 am and parked. His aids and security parked beside him. When he got off his car, he was welcomed by Mr. Ferguson and his team, who came incognito. When Jeff wanted to greet him, he dismissed him with a sign. Jeff understood, they were not to be identified together. Shortly, they were in the hall.
Now, there were about one hundred people in the gigantic hall. Mr. Brooklyn was sitting in the hall already, and eighty percent of those seated were his men. Mr. Ferguson and his team took their seats far away from Jeff. By this time, the news of the Island Auction Sales was on the social media courtesy of the CFOGG Media team. The publicity was loud that the Ministry was in a precarious position as they got incessant calls demanding why they failed to make the event known to the public.
“Can we apply now?”
“We are interested.”
“How can we be part of the bidding?”
The minister answered their questions with one sentence.
“We are sorry, the application had closed.”
The aim of the publicity had been achieved because there would be transparency; hence all eyes were on the ministry and there was going to be live streaming too. Mr. Brooklyn did not expect it. So, he was surprised when his team member called his attention to the internet.
“We are doomed if that is the case.”
He said with fright written all over his face. But another team member corrected him.
“I don't think it is a bad case for us, boss. The ministry is not admitting new applicants.”
At that point, Mr. Brooklyn was relieved. At 9 am prompt, the event began. The host took over the stage while Mr. Ferguson began to livestream.
At the Endless Love Arcadia.
Madam Sica Ray was disappointed in her staff for not being smart enough to apply when she discovered it was already too late to apply. She decided to watch the livestreaming on the internet.
At the Morris Ancestral Manor.
Mr. Morris was in his suite. He relaxed on the couch and rested his legs on the center table with his Organic Tea beside him.
In the fifty-two counties where Cherry Fields Oil and Gas Group had presence, despite the differences in the time zone, they were watching as well as the Presidents and Prime Ministers of those countries. They were all making one comment or the other.
The International Vice Chairman was at ease at that point because it was obvious that it was only the highest bidder that would win. He would not mind if the Cherry Fields Oil and Gas Group fails, but at least, they made an attempt. Then, the host began.
“I want to welcome you all to this … Can the bidders for today mount the stage, please?”
The bidders walked up to the stage where there were ten seats with the bidders, codes tags. Most of them were males. The two women among them were not appealing because there was no substance of wealth written on them. They could be representatives of some higher-ups. Moreover, Jeff was the youngest, with a mask and plain spectacles. His seat was the third on the stage. He sat up straight with confidence. Meanwhile, Mr. Ferguson and his team were busy with the livestreaming.
Now, Mr. Brooklyn and his fictitious bidders were the only aged. They felt awkward, but he consoled himself with the victory that lay ahead because the minister must have informed the host what to do. The host continued.
“Thank you all for coming. We are going straight to the bidding. Who is bidding first?”
Just as planned, one of Mr. Brooklyn's men bade ten billion. There was an outburst of laughter in the hall and murmuring here and there. Then, Mr. Brooklyn became jittery because it was obvious that it was not everyone in the club that was for him. Then, he looked at the host for an eye contact, but he pretended to be too busy to recognize him. From the behavior of the crowd, to pull their tricks may not be easy.
“Ten billion, going. Next person please.”
“Twenty billion.”
From Jeff, just as he was instructed. The audience clapped. They were not just clapping for the amount, but for not wasting their time by topping with one or two billions.
“Thank you. Next person.”
“Twenty one billion.”
“Thank you. Twenty-one billion from a lady. Next person.”
“Thirty one billion.”
“Yes, we are moving, thirty-one billion from the youngest bidder. Next.”
Now, all eyes were on the youngest bidder. At the Eagles City University, Prof. Wood, who was following the livestreaming, had a strange feeling when he saw Jeff.
'This bidder looked very much like Jeff.'
He thought. He focused on his phone because he had shown him his phone sometime. Besides, he took permission that he would not be in school that day. But he could not catch a glimpse of the phone.
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