In the private room, the young and beautiful girl turned to look at the man beside her, her eyes full of confusion: "Brother, are you crazy? Spending over two billion on two pieces of junk?"
The man waved his hand dismissively and said, "Just twenty billion, it's nothing. You know, I've been obsessed with firearms since I was a kid, even after becoming a Spiritualist, I didn't give up this hobby. I already have two out of the Ten Great Guns. Although this 'Storm' is incomplete, it still has collectible value, just a thought to add to the collection."
"You really plan to collect all Ten Great Guns, huh?" The girl shook her head helplessly.
"Give it a try; what if it works out?" The man smiled, his gaze fixed on the holographic projection.
"Looks like no one's going to compete with you." The girl said.
On the auction stage, the beautiful auctioneer quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
If high-end auctions see items unsold, it could be quite a blow to Christie's reputation.
