"50 000 from the young man in grey! Do I hear 55?" The announcer asked.

"60" an elder man spoke. "70" the young man retorted. "80" the elder said. And it only got more heated.

"90!"

"100!"

"500!"

The audience gasped at the young man's price. The elder scoffed, going silent.

"Do I hear a 550 grand? Going once? Going twice?" The announcer asked, pointing to another man in the back. He stood tall in a dark suit, lowering his hand as he spoke. "1.5 million."

The young man's jaw went slack. The deal was off. "SOLD TO MR HEARST!!" The audience applauded as Chrysanthos made his way for the front, eyes locked on you.