William Johnson
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Seeing this, people started murmuring among themselves. "It looks like Daniel is picking a fight with Joseph Thompson." "He's only raising the price by a thousand each time, it's clearly intentional." "I bet Daniel will give up bidding after a couple more rounds." "Originally 30,000 StellaCoins would have been enough, now it's doubled, it might even double again." "Paying that price for a bunch of burnt goods, tsk tsk." The man saying this smacked his lips, making a face that said more…-
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The excitement of everyone was contagious. The atmosphere at the site was more heated than ever before. Seeing that the timing was right, Robert ordered the container to be opened. As the container door swung open, those at the front were about to swarm in but were driven back by a choking plume of smoke. "Damn, what the hell is this?" "Is it on fire?" This sudden turn of events caught Robert off guard. Hastily checking the interior of the container, his face fell considerably after a…
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At this moment, Joseph Thompson's gaze was glued to a text message on his phone. "What do you mean you don't know what's inside?" "Fuck you!" "Fuck!" Joseph Thompson was seething, veins popping on his forehead, yet he held his anger in check, quietly waiting for Daniel's bid. Meanwhile, he was utterly frustrated, unsure whether the container in front of him contained what he sought. Robert looked at Daniel and asked, "Mr. Roberts, the bid is at 1.7 million StellarCoins. Do you wish to…
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The bid of twenty thousand didn't scare the others away. Instead, it sparked a more excited bidding war. "Twenty-one thousand!" "Twenty-two thousand!" "Twenty-five thousand!" "..." "Thirty thousand!" "Damn it, I'm going all out, I bid fifty thousand!" A brief clash drove the price to a new high. Fifty thousand StellarCoins was a price that had exceeded eighty percent of the past container prices. Upon reaching this price, many people became noticeably more cautious. The…
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Just as Daniel was about to change his viewing angle, a large hand suddenly landed on his shoulder. Turning around, he was met with a smirking bald-headed man. The big man chuckled, "Mr. Roberts, my name's Joseph Thompson." Daniel's expression remained unchanged, and he didn't engage in conversation. This response irked the bald man, "I'm also a professional treasure hunter. Missed the last couple of auctions due to some stuff. Heard you scored a couple of high-value pieces. Quite impressive."…
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"Delicious!" Daniel picked up the small bowl and drank straight from it. Finishing one bowl, he immediately asked for another. After three or four bowls, he felt refreshed and couldn't help but exclaim how great it was. "I used to love the Hot and Sour Shredded Pork Soup my mom made. Unfortunately, since I went abroad, I haven't been home in several years, and I haven't tasted it again." "The one you made is really good. It tastes like my mom's." Sophia's face lit up with joy. "Well, have…
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Daniel chose to buyback the drink through the system. The drink in his glass, under Sophia's watch, disappeared into thin air. Sophia was instantly dumbfounded, "Am... am I drunk?" She patted her numb cheeks. After downing two drinks quickly, it was indeed easy to get intoxicated. Sophia considered her tolerance for alcohol and accepted the explanation that she was slightly tipsy. Yet, she showed no signs of stopping, urging, "The second drink, keep going." Daniel took the drink from…
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Daniel said, "No need to look further, I'll take this one. Can we sign the contract now?" "Sign now?" Sophia asked, baffled. "Yes," Daniel replied. His expression indicated he was anything but joking. Hurriedly, Sophia questioned, "You haven't even seen the house, are you sure you want to buy it?" Daniel retorted, "Have you seen it?" Sophia confessed, "Of course, it's the property I'm selling." "And, what do you think?" Daniel probed further. "Well, it's... it's very good. Given the…
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"Mr. Roberts, I'll be leaving now. Here's my business card. If you have any similar items that need to be sold or appraised, feel free to call me," Stephen Johnson handed his card to Daniel and greeted Durant. As for Benjamin Taylor, he rolled his eyes at him and hurried away. By now, the day had worn into evening. Robert and the other customs workers had finished their shift and were long gone. Daniel, left alone with the haphazardly placed slot machines, was at a loss. How was he supposed…
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Stephen Johnson held the coin, examining it meticulously. The obverse of the coin bore the portrait of an indigenous figure adorned with many feathered headdresses, while the reverse featured a standing broad-winged eagle. The style and workmanship were excellent; it was no replica. After about three minutes, he returned the coin to Daniel and stated, "This is a 1907 indigenous portrait coin. It's genuine." He was decisive. But his face was full of confusion. "Although this type of coin…
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