From Jenkins' eyes, the vitality of the old man behind the desk was almost gone. Even if he suddenly lost his voice while speaking and died, Jenkins would not be surprised.
"This is the mirror."
The Viscount pushed the box onto the desk with difficulty. The lid of the wooden box was not opened, but there must be the mirror inside.
"Let's make an offer, whoever pays the most will take it away."
He took another two breaths:
"I just want cash, no barter. It doesn't matter who you work for, as long as you have money, take it with you."
"10 pounds!"
The gentleman from the auction house was the first to shout, not sure if the swiftness had anything to do with his working environment.
"Fifteen pounds. The Earl of Paramount sent me."
Said the earl's servant.
"20 pounds, although I don't have much money, but if there is a chance, I can give it a try."
The teacher in the history department said he seemed the least concerned about having access to a mirror.
"30 pounds, meow~"
Jenkins didn't say much. The meow came from Chocolate, but because the distance between him and him was too close, it might be misleading.
Jenkins suspected that the cat was playing tricks on him.
He suddenly increased the price by 10 pounds, in order to let others retreat. But the four people who came here have their own goals, and the mere price of 10 pounds is not enough to make anyone quit.
"50 pounds"
The man with the mustache said immediately, and then gave Jenkins a provocative look.
"100 pounds."
The history teacher raised his right hand and offered the price.
"Are you crazy?"
The earl's servant asked in surprise, that mirror alone is definitely not worth that much money. In Jenkins' valuation, if the mirror does not have any supernatural powers, then the reasonable price range for the mirror to be peddled as an antique should be 40 to 60 pounds.
"120!"
The servant realized that the auction was not over yet, so he immediately raised the price.
Jenkins and the gentleman from the auction house looked at him at the same time, similar to the way the servant looked at the history teacher just now.
"130!"
Even though the increase was only 10 pounds, the gentleman from the auction house was undoubtedly expressing his opinion, and such a price could not intimidate him.
"You can't be in the same group, deliberately set a trick to make me pay a high price?"
Jenkins said this deliberately, paused for a second and then called out his price:
"150 pounds!"
He didn't add much, but he also showed that he would not quit easily because of the triple-digit price. This makes the cat on the shoulder a little dissatisfied. It knows how much you can sell for 150 pounds. From the cat's point of view, this is Jenkins wasting the family's money to buy things he doesn't need.
"It seems that your determination is higher than I thought."
Viscount Gurus moaned hoarsely, which temporarily stopped the increasingly fiery bidding.
"I don't know why you are all here, but I must remind you that I am only 41 years old this year."
This made the room quiet for a while. Viscount Gurus, who looked like he was dying, with dark spots and light spots on his face, and wrinkles that looked like they could kill flies, claimed that he was only 41 years old.
"Half a week ago, before I got this mirror, I looked as handsome as this gentleman over here."
He pointed to Jenkins, and Jenkins suspected that the Viscount was a little too confident:
"After I got this mirror, it only took me three days to become like this. If you really want to buy it, you must think about it. Go ahead, it was 150 pounds just now."
He stopped talking when he said this, and the other four people in the study looked at the people around them, but no one saw giving up on anyone's face.
"160!"
"200!"
"240!"
"300!"
It was the person who claimed to be a teacher of the history department who made up his mind to say this number, but now everyone is doubting his identity. Even if the school has special support for the subject, it is absolutely impossible to spend such a large sum of money to buy an antique mirror. No matter in Nolan or Beldyland, 300 pounds is a large sum that most citizens cannot afford at one time.
"I remind you again, once you have this mirror, it is not so easy to give up."
The panting viscount said, pointing to the wooden box with his slender, pale right index finger that looked like a bone:
"I didn't come down for an hour upstairs, but I couldn't make up my mind to sell it. But I understand now, if I continue to sink in that ****, then maybe tomorrow will be my death day. I don't want to hurt you, Please think carefully before making a decision."
The Viscount is probably a good person, but unfortunately his willpower is not firm. Jenkins guessed that he became what he is now, and it has something to do with looking at the back of the mirror too much.
"320!"
Jenkins said.
"350."
"400!"
"500!"
"I suspect that you don't have that much money at all. You are forcing us to leave. It is absolutely impossible for the auction house to let the salesmen who go out have the decision-making power of such a large sum of money!"
The man who claimed to be the earl's servant made a very sharp accusation to the gentleman of the auction house. The latter shrugged his shoulders and casually took out a bundle of banknotes tied with white paper strips from the inside pocket of his coat.
"The one who should be suspected is actually you. Although I don't know the Earl of Paramount, I don't think it is possible for him to let a servant carry so much money out."
The gentleman from the auction house said.
"I am deeply trusted by the earl, and my loyalty is beyond your imagination. Shouldn't the person over there who calls himself the teacher be more suspicious?"
While showing the banknotes in his pocket, he led the conversation to the history teacher on the other side.
"I have money."
The latter answered calmly, then turned to look at Jenkins, as if trying to drag him into the water. But from the self-introductions of the four, Jenkins' identity is the most credible.
"I'm Lord Jenkins Williams, I think you've probably heard my name, I've written two best-selling books..."
He took the initiative to say that he had no problem with his financial resources.
"2000 pounds, this is all the cash I have on me. Since everyone is so confident, why don't we just see who brings more money."
The man from the auction house said, taking out all the money on his body. There are very few 100-pound banknotes in the market now, and this denomination is generally used to settle transactions of bulk goods. What he took out were 20 100-pound banknotes, and this denomination is rare even for Jenkins. able to see.
Jenkins now understands that the purpose of the four buyers present is not pure.