Chapter 555 One Billion Dollars! Brent!
The auction officially began, but it wasn't your typical deal.
This one was run straight by the seller—the Young family.
Tyler took center stage and cut to the chase: "Today's prize is the Rigal Distric Stadium, and we're doing it blind. Highest bid takes it—no questions asked!"
A blind auction?
Most people present were somewhat confused.
"What is a blind auction? Are you participating? I'm definitely not!"
"Depends on the rules. Gotta show some respect! If this sports complex goes for under a hundred million, I might throw my hat in."
"I'd snag it for less than three hundred mil. First, to do the Youngs a favor. Second, I don't buy the whole 'haunted for 80 years' thing—it's prime real estate for my grandkids!"
The crowd was buzzing with chatter.
Tyler adjusted the mic and said, "A blind auction means no one sees what anyone else is bidding—highest offer takes it. You've all got a QR code on your seats, right? It's unique, tied to your identity. Scan it, punch in your bid, and make it count. Thanks!"
As Tyler finished speaking, most people in the audience frowned.
Then, a few voices cut through the murmurs:
"Dropping some cash on this isn't a loss. It's a golden ticket to work with the Young family—future deals will rake it in!"
"Exactly, and since it's tied to personal info, the Youngs will see who's serious. Plus, this is prime real estate in Rigal—it's worth every penny."
"Don't forget, the Youngs are diving into a massive internet project with Capital City. We're talking hundreds of billions in value! That's why they're offloading the statidum. This auction? It's the start of their comeback. They could climb right back to the top of New York!"
"Yup, I heard Ken's endorsing it—he's got billions of fans worldwide!"
Collaborating with the Capital City?
An internet project?
Everyone knew that these speakers were actors hired by the Young family, but they still took out their phones and scanned the QR code.
They were actors, yes, and there was some exaggeration, but it was also true!
The Young family was not a family they could afford to offend; otherwise, they wouldn't even know how their own companies went bankrupt!
Tyler saw this scene from the stage and nodded in satisfaction.
He grabbed the mic again. "I bought Rigal District Stadium on a whim. Selling it now feels like closing a chapter. It was my first flop in the biz world, and I'm grateful to all of you here for taking this off my hands!"
In other words, the Rigal District Stadium's failure was all on Tyler's rookie mistakes—nothing to do with the Young family's legacy.
The Youngs were so loaded that tens of billions were just pocket change for their heir to throw around!
Thinking this, many people in the audience gritted their teeth.
They directly entered their bid amounts into their phones and submitted them:
"A hundred million dollars!"
"Eighty million dollars!"
"Six hundred million dollars!"
"Fifty hundred million dollars!"
If they could satisfy the Young family and get some help from them, that would be great!
However, even so, no one was willing to bid more than the previous starting price of eight hundred million dollars.
Brent, sitting in the audience, was in a dilemma.
He originally thought that five hundred million dollars would be enough.
Now it seemed it might just blow past that.
Unable to decide, he messaged Ryder to ask what to do.
Ryder's message was: "A billion dollars!"
A billion dollars?
Brent almost stared a hole through his phone!
He quickly called Ryder. "Did I see that right?"
On the other end of the line, Ryder's voice was firm. "That's right, a billion dollars!"
"That should seal the deal for the sports complex, but isn't that just handing the Youngs a win?" Brent kept a low voice. Still, someone nearby caught wind of it.
Ignoring Brent's dignity, they mocked:
"Look, it's Brent—the so-called golden boy of the Wallace family! Talking big about snagging the sports complex. Does he even have the few billions he bragged about last time?"
"No way! Word is, he's maxed out on loans. Doubt he can scrape together a million bucks now!"
"I heard that too. Back when the stadium wasn't cursed, maybe. But now? The Wallaces trying to make a comeback with it? I almost feel bad for Brent!"
"Three years ago, if it weren't for the Wallaces' dirty dealings at the complex, all those lives wouldn't have been lost."
Amidst the murmurs, everyone put down their phones.
Seeing this, Tyler thanked everyone again.
Three minutes later, the big screen displayed the final auction results.
The audience held their breath.
Even Tyler's breathing became a bit more rapid.
If it didn't exceed eight billion dollars, his father Constantine would be thoroughly disappointed in him!
Three seconds!
Two seconds!
One second!
The big screen displayed: "One billion dollars! Brent!"
The audience erupted:
"One billion dollars, my God, someone actually dropped that much!"
"What? I threw in eight hundred million just to cozy up to the Youngs and get a piece of their internet project, but one billion? Seriously?"
"Brent? It's actually Brent! Is he out of his damn mind? Does he even have that kind of cash, or is he just here to stir the pot?"
Tyler thought the same!
In fact, when he saw the one billion dollar bid, he breathed a sigh of relief.
But the moment he realized it was Brent, his mood tanked.
No way Brent had that kind of cash—he must be screwing around!
"Brent? Do you know what will happen if you can't come up with that money?" Tyler questioned, looking at Brent.
Brent looked indifferent. He stood up, locked eyes with Tyler, and pulled out a sleek black card from his pocket. "Who says I can't handle one billion? Tyler, let's get this done."
Confident and flamboyant!
Soon, the auction staff transferred the one billion dollars from the black card through special channels.
The transaction was successful!
But Tyler felt like crap, like some pathetic beggar.
As the staff handed the card back to Brent, Tyler couldn't resist a jab, "That card's from Maple Group, isn't it? Hmph, in front of Ryder, you're just his lapdog! And now, the Rigal Distric Stadium is yours—the Wallaces'. Maybe you'll even run into your dead dad Lester there!"
"Tyler, don't cross the line!" Brent's face went white.