Chapter 554 Secure the Stadium
The next day arrived quickly.
At the New York City Land Management Department Hall, where the Young Group was auctioning off the Rigal District Stadium, a huge crowd had already shown up bright and early.
The place was packed and buzzing with energy!
This time, the number of business folks there had doubled compared to last time!
The auction crowd skewed younger, with few in suits and ties but plenty of rich boys in high-end designer clothes. Media reporters were also out in full force.
There were still forty minutes before the bidding started.
So, this group of people gathered in the hall, chattering non-stop:
"Hey, you're here for the auction too? Your company eyeing the stadium?"
"Same as you, I'm just here to show face for the Youngs! Who'd actually buy that cursed place? I was there with Mr. Young that night—saw some freaky stuff myself!"
"Right, I saw that too! I don't even drive my ride near there anymore!"
"Three years ago, that stadium was a death trap, and the Wallaces got what they deserved. But now it's haunted? Something fishy about that arson case, I'm telling you. And word is, Tyler keeps a Grim Reaper statue in his bedroom!"
"Keep it down! If he catches wind of this, you're toast!"
The rich kids were the loudest, all gossiping about the Rigal Distric Stadium haunting.
They weren't here to bid—they were here for the drama!
In a quiet corner of the hall, Andy and Abigail sat glued to their phones, bored out of their minds.
They'd shown up early, hoping to rub elbows with the rich kids.
They even dropped the Johnson family name, but nobody batted an eye.
So, they stuck to the sidelines—just ticking off Grandpa Anthony's to-do list.
At this moment, someone in the crowd shouted, "Look, it's the Moore family's live-in son-in-law!"
The crowd automatically parted to make way!
Kyle, decked out in a black trench coat and sunglasses, strutted in with Ivan trailing behind.
The rich kids whispered among themselves:
"Ugh, that's the guy who hitched his way into the Moore family—total gold digger. Makes me sick. How can a guy stoop so low? It's a slap in the face to all of us men!"
"Seriously, it's an embarrassment to every man!"
"Shh! Quiet! The Moores are untouchable. Even their dog's got more clout than we do!"
"Yeah, yeah, you're right!"
Aside from the rich kids who knew the score, there were plenty of folks itching to suck up to the Moore family. They boldly stepped up to Kyle, asking for his number and trying to schmooze.
This was their golden ticket to cozy up to one of New York's big six families—the Moores—and they weren't about to let it slip by!
It was Kyle's first time facing such flattery.
He was secretly delighted!
He suddenly felt that all the grievances he had suffered in the Moore family were worth it!
However, before coming, his mother-in-law Jasmine had warned him to maintain the Moore family's image!
So, Kyle pretended to be aloof, impatiently waving them away, even scolding them to keep their distance!
This was the confidence and power of a top-tier family in New York!
Sure enough, even though Kyle's attitude was bad, those who came to chat still had smiles on their faces.
When it comes to making bank—and even more bank—sucking up to the Moores isn't about losing face, it's about playing the game!
At this moment, someone outside suddenly shouted, "Mr. Young is here!"
Upon hearing that the main seller of the auction had arrived, everyone turned their heads to look.
Leading the way was Tyler, followed by several black-clad bodyguards.
Since the crowd had already parted for Kyle earlier, Tyler followed the same path, slowly walking towards the center of the hall.
Standing in his way was Kyle.
Kyle extended his hand to Tyler and politely said, "Mr. Young, I've heard so much about you!"
Tyler saw the hand but didn't shake it. Instead, he arrogantly asked, "Who are you?"
Who the hell did this guy think he was, blocking his path?
Kyle awkwardly pulled his hand back and forced a smile, "Mr. Young, I'm Kyle from the Moore family. It's an honor to be here for the auction today."
"Oh, right," Tyler sneered, "You're the deadweight who married into the Moores. Heard you crawled out of some backwater like Houston. Get lost!"
Tyler figured Kyle was taking a jab at him—acting all high and mighty about it being an honor to be at the auction, as if he didn't know the Youngs were bleeding cash this time.
"You!" Kyle's face showed anger.
Tyler crossed his arms, looking even more disdainful and arrogant. "I'll say it again, trash like you isn't worthy of talking to me! You have no man's dignity! Get lost!"
"Tyler, you—" Kyle was about to lose his temper, but Ivan stopped him and whispered a few words.
Hearing this, Kyle gritted his teeth and had to step aside.
As Tyler passed by Kyle, he provocatively bumped him with his arm, almost making Kyle fall.
Kyle barely managed to steady himself.
The crowd immediately burst into laughter:
"Mr. Young is so cool! Said exactly what we were all thinking. For a freeloader like this, that's the only way to handle him!"
"Did you see? He nearly toppled over from just a shove by Mr. Young. Bet he's getting wrecked by his wife at home too!"
"Hahaha, no doubt! Once a woman gets a taste, there's no stopping her. Especially someone like the Moore family's lady—she's probably riding him hard!"
Kyle naturally heard these whispers.
If he was in a good mood from the earlier flattery, now his mood was utterly ruined.
But to maintain the dignity of the Moore family, he suppressed his grievances and anger and went to sit in the auction seats with Ivan.
This scene was naturally observed by Ryder and others in the second-floor box.
Rex, watching happily, said, "Ryder, do you think this is karma?"
Hearing this, Ryder gave Rex a thumbs up. "That's right, Rex, your cultural level has improved!"
Rex grinned, "I saw it in an essay I copied back in middle school."
"Haha, our Rex has a good memory!"
With that, Ryder turned his attention to Brent, who was shuffling through the bidding papers nearby.
Brent looked uneasy and pressed Ryder again, "Are you sure this is okay? I mean, I'm all for grabbing the Rigal District Stadium and bringing the Wallace name back to the top. But with this whole 'haunted' thing hanging over it, people are spooked. It's gonna be tough to shake that rep."
"Then we'll build a horror theme park!"
"A horror theme park?"
Ryder nodded, "Yes, any problem with that?"
Brent slapped his forehead. "Duh, why didn't I think of that! A horror park? Young folks love thrilling stuff! We won't even need to drop a dime on ads!"
Brent kept rambling, but Ryder cut him off, "Cool it with the daydreaming. First, we gotta secure the stadium!"
Brent hugged the materials to his chest, looking determined. "Mr. Clark, don't worry. I guarantee to complete the task!"
With that, he turned and went out the door.
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