Chapter 227 Who Would Win the Prize
Golden Valley's economy had been on a wild ride up lately, and the city was practically swimming in rich folks. Naturally, these wealthy types started getting into fancy hobbies, like collecting antiques.
Antiques were perfect for parking all that extra cash. Their value kept going up as the city's economy boomed. Just like rare stamps, antiques were scarce and packed with history and culture, making them prime targets for big-time appreciation.
The rich loved to stand out, and what better way than to surround themselves with culturally significant stuff? Buying and showing off artifacts became their way of looking all sophisticated and classy.
Of course, many of these new collectors barely knew anything about history or culture. Their guesses about an artifact's worth were often way off.
The bidding war for the seal was getting intense, with the price climbing higher and higher. When the bidding hit 50 million dollars, most of the bidders bailed.
For those with just tens of millions, dropping that kind of cash on a collectible, no matter how rare, was a no-go. Even Skyview, worth 50 billion, thought it was a waste.
Even the super-rich had their limits. But for some, just being rich wasn't enough. They wanted power and influence. After securing their financial empires, these folks aimed for political clout. But Golden Valley's political scene was tough to crack, making it even more tempting.For them, collecting artifacts, especially ones with a sense of authority like seals, was a way to feed their power hunger.
Now, only two bidders were left: Caius Clark, the chairman of Synergy Global Group, and Emrys Rivera, a rich kid from Twilight Town. Both were dead set on getting the seal.
"56 million," Caius said, cool as a cucumber. He liked to bid in small steps, never spending more than he had to. It was a strategy that had always worked for him. Caius was a collector through and through, and he wanted the seal just to have it.
"59 million," Emrys shot back, his face giving nothing away.
Emrys was the son of Dashiell Rivera, a self-made billionaire who made his money in jewelry before moving into real estate. Dashiell had been a big deal in Twilight Town, but now Emrys was in charge of the family's empire.
Emrys didn't want the seal for himself. He saw it as a tool. Twilight Town's economy was struggling, and Emrys was determined to turn things around. To do that, he needed to make connections with Golden Valley's big shots. The seal, he figured, would be the perfect gift to win over the right people.
"61 million," Caius said, still calm and collected.
Emrys frowned. This was getting trickier than he thought. But money was no issue for the Rivera Family.
"70 million," Emrys said, upping the ante big time.
Everyone's eyes were on Emrys. "Who is that?"
"That's Emrys Rivera, son of Dashiell Rivera, the jewelry mogul from Twilight Town."
"No wonder he's loaded. His family owns diamond mines."
"That's not all. They also own a bank."
Whispers followed Emrys as he sat there, the center of attention. He was used to wealth and privilege, but this was his first dive into Golden Valley's elite circles. He was determined to make a splash.
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