Chapter 882
Just then,
The two lines of text on the giant screen dissolved.
The interface seemed to return to normal.
The profile for the Astral Titanium reappeared.
Followed immediately by the live bidding screen.
It paused on the final call of 5.28 billion, displaying the associated bidder’s seat
number.
“Is the system back p>
“Can we bid again p>
The guests stared at the restored display.
The countdown timer had restarted.
Arthur let out a massive sigh of relief and was just about to instruct the auctioneer to resume the frenzy.
But the guests quickly realized something was wrong.
“Why is my bidding button still grayed out p>
“Mine too! It’s not responding p>
“Are the devices broken p>
“Maybe the system hasn’t fully rebooted p>
“No, look! Look at the screen p>
Every head snapped back to the massive display.
The astronomical figure of 5.28 billion suddenly began to spin wildly.
But it wasn’t climbing.
It was plummeting.
It dropped until the numbers hit absolute zero.
Finally, the screen reset to the starting price page.
Only this time, the starting bid wasn’t the 500 million the Doyle family had set.
It was a number that made everyone’s jaws drop.
[Starting Bid: $1]
“W-what is going on p>
Arthur lunged forward, staring at the one-dollar starting price, his voice shaking.
“Tech! Where the hell is the tech team?! Fix this right now p>
A few operators furiously hammered at their control boards.
But it was utterly useless.
The starting price remained frozen at a single dollar.
“Am I seeing things? The Astral Titanium is starting at one dollar p>
“The system must have totally crashed p>
“This hacker is ruthless. They completely overrode the pricing p>
“What the hell is going on with the Doyles tonight p>
“Who cares! Bid! Everybody bid p>
Buying Astral Titanium for a dollar?
That was literally highway robbery!
Who wouldn’t want to exploit a system glitch to score a monumental prize? What if their buttons suddenly worked again?
But no matter how desperately the
devices, the consoles remained dead.
guests mashed or somet
Arthur
minds, terrified that one of the ne
e guests lose t
buttons might actually go through
If the Astral Titanium was actually sold for one dollar, he would literally cough up blood.
“Shut the system down immediately!” Arthur screamed at his tech team.
“If you can’t shut it down, cut the power! Kill the main breaker p>
The lead technician was drenched in sweat, his fingers flying across the keyboard, but he could only cry out We’r
in despair, “Boss, we caut
completely focked out! They hijacked the power control
nove
sequences and forced an override
on the backup generators p>
Arthur’s vision went black.
The entire room spun violently around him.
Who was it p>
Who was doing this p>
Who would dare mess with the Doyle family like this p>
Did this person not realize who stood behind them p>
While the Doyle family scrambled in absolute panic,
*DING *
A crisp notification chime echoed through the silent venue.
The number on the big screen jumped.
[Current Bid: $2]
[Bidding Seat: Section C, Table 09]
Hundreds of eyes instantly darted to the screen.
And then, in absolute unison, they turned toward Section C, Table 09.