"W-who exactly are you!" Arthur Doyle was trembling all over. He looked nothing like the dignified patriarch he was just moments ago.
"You don't need to know." Serena smirked. "You just need to know this: either we follow the normal procedure, and the item goes to me for two dollars, or I contact the relevant departments for on-site law enforcement."
Arthur literally had no choice.
Absolutely no choice at all.
He looked at the piece of Astral Titanium on the stage, gritted his teeth so hard he almost shattered them, swallowed his pride, and forced out a smile that looked uglier than crying.
"It's a misunderstanding... a huge misunderstanding!"
"If the Astral Titanium can contribute to international research, it would be the Doyle family's honor!"
"This isn't a sale; it's a donation!"
"The Doyle family is willing to unconditionally donate the Astral Titanium to the state!"
That was Astral Titanium worth billions of dollars!
Saying these words was like slicing off his own flesh and bleeding himself dry!
But did he have a choice?
He had completely no choice!
Rather than being humiliated by letting it go for two dollars, he might as well set up a patriotic persona. It might even boost their stock prices!
"The Doyle family has always been patriotic and unconditionally supports the nation's scientific endeavors!"
"To contribute to the country is our family's honor!"
He spoke with self-righteous fervor.
Serena raised an eyebrow. "That won't do. I bid on it. I said two dollars, so it's two dollars."
Arthur's mouth twitched, but he had to bite the bullet. Stiffening his neck, he ground out through clenched teeth, "Y-yes, everything is up to you, Miss."
"Two dollars, sold!"
"The Astral Titanium belongs to Seat 09 in Area C!"
The entire venue erupted in an uproar.
Everyone stared in shock at the Doyle family patriarch and the young girl.
They couldn't keep up with the rhythm of this situation.
What was going on?

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