Chapter 314: The auctionmenced in earnest.


    Wee, everyone.


    As the host delivered the familiar opening remarks, the staff swiftly began showcasing the items ted for auction.


    The first two pieces, though undeniably exquisite and luxurious, held only average collectible value.


    Allison, who had always had a keen interest in jewelry, rested her chin on her hand, deep in thought.


    At the beginning of the auction, it always feels like theyre setting the stage, allowing those with limited funds to leave with something to show for it, she mused.


    Ken lifted his gaze, nodding in agreement with her astute observation.


    Exactly.


    These first two items arent anything to write home about.


    The real treasures typicallye at the end, so theres no need to rush.


    He clearly knew the ropes.


    Just as Ken finished his thought, the third item made its grand entrance.


    The auctioneer, donned in white silk gloves, gingerly revealed an exceptionally stunning sword from its box.


    This ancient sword was once wielded in royal and noble ceremonies.


    Its collectible value is nothing short of extraordinary.


    Allisons eyes were drawn to the sword, which was indeed a sight to behold.


    The hilt, entirely crafted from jade, radiated exceptional elegance.


    The de glimmered softly under the lights, a true testament to masterful craftsmanship.


    Reba was instantly captivated.


    The carvings depict a princess leading her troops into battle, and the inscribed poem is simply majestic.


    Forget the collectible value; the artistry alone is breathtaking! She was poised to bid, but then a man in the back row casually raised his paddle.


    Seven million! Reba was struck dumb.


    Who was this fool? The estimated value of this piece was just over one million, and he had essentially multiplied it several times over.


    Reba wasnt naive.


    Herpetitive spirit deted like a popped balloon.


    No matter how much she adored the sword, she couldnt afford to throw money around carelessly.


    Others cast curious nces, as if they were witnessing a grand folly.


    When the auctioneer called out three times with no further bids, he solemnly announced the oue.


    Seven million, sold to Mr.


    Davidson.


    Not only Reba, but even Allison couldnt help but nce over at this man.


    The others eyed him with skepticism.


    Where did this jokere from? Seven million? Hes throwing money around like confetti.


    Seriously, no one else was bidding.


    Why start with such a sky-high price? Hes probably just some novice trying to show off.


    In response to the murmurs, Rnd, the center of attention, burst into heartyughter, stood up, and bowed graciously to the audience.


    Im Rnd Davidson, the organizer of the Parkour Competition in Ontdale, and I sincerely hope youll alle to support us when the time arrives.


    Whether youre sponsors or participants, everyone is wee, he dered with a smile.


    The prize money will be substantial, and this sword will also be one of the rewards for the winner.


    Allison lifted her gaze to study him.


    So, he was using this moment to promote hispany and the uingpetition.


    Yet, Ontdale had never hosted a parkourpetition before.


    This extreme sport had gained poprity abroad, and Allison hadnt participated in it for quite a while.


    Reflecting on it now, she felt a flicker of temptation.


    Kenmented casually, Spending seven million to stir up excitement and donating 80% of the proceeds to charity? This Mr.


    Davidson is quite the phnthropist.


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