300,000 MT. That was the price that the weed was sold for, and it was merely the first item for auction in the second segment. The 1% charge on that would net Lex 3000 MT, and he could not imagine what the other 297,000 MT would be used for by the workers.
It seemed like he needed to get his hands on some more immortal level items and treasures for people to buy, otherwise they would have the money, but nowhere to spend it. That was an unusual predicament to say the least.
Between the auction of each item was an hour's rest. This was, apparently, the format higher end auctions took in the universe. When time was limitless for the powerful, spending time became a status symbol. It was these nuances that helped establish the credibility of the auction.
No one found it odd, and everyone carried on as if everything was normal. Only Lex knew that it wasn't.
A single bead of sweat rolled down his forehead, though no one noticed. He made sure no one could notice.
It had begun.
