This price directly increased by 50 million, causing the other guests present to look at the bidder.
When they discovered that the bidder was Mr. Kassadin, most of them abandoned the idea.
However, a few people who had originally intended to bid for this small island also followed suit.
"260 million."
A tall man with a robust build and a face full of flesh raised his bidding paddle.
"270 million."
"280 million."
"300 million."
As this guy made his bid, the other three also bid one after another.
Those who dared to participate in such an event, even if not rich enough to rival a nation, were at least billionaires.
Although they were wary of Kassadin, if this small island was developed well, it would generate numerous benefits, allowing their net worth to double again.
Moreover, among the benefits brought by the small island, there were many under-the-table dealings that could be done, so they naturally did not want to give it up easily.
The others watched these few people dare to bid against Kassadin, and they all started to enjoy the show.
"350 million."
Facing these bids, Kassadin neither got angry nor had other thoughts; he simply re-quoted the price.
He was going to establish the Void God Cult on Xandar, so his reputation could not be too bad. Participating in such an event naturally meant fair competition, with the highest bidder winning.
Using force to solve problems was just one of many options for Kassadin compared to others, but since it could be solved more simply with money, he would definitely use money to solve it.
However, as soon as the 350 million bid was made, the four people who originally wanted to bid immediately gave up.
Their goal was to buy the island for 400 million, plus an additional 300 to 400 million for subsequent development funds.
There would also be advertising, networking, and so on, which would cost at least tens of millions, with an estimated total of 1 billion to acquire, develop, and begin operations.
Although in the long run, the benefits brought by this small island were not low, Kassadin seemed determined to acquire it.
Not to mention that too high a price would mean too long a return on investment, continuing to raise the bid might offend this Kassadin, and it was not worth it.
The auctioneer at the auction house tapped the hammer in his hand lightly every ten seconds, and a crisp sound echoed throughout the entire auction hall.
"Bidder No. 634 bids 350 million, once."
"Bidder No. 634 bids 350 million, twice."
"Bidder No. 634 bids 350 million, three times! Congratulations to buyer No. 634, please find time to sign at the back office."
A full thirty seconds passed, and no one present made another bid.
Those who could participate in this auction needed to have their assets checked, and at least 500 million in net worth was required to apply.
Therefore, there was no need to doubt the bidder's ability to pay.
The business tycoons and some family magnates participating in this auction, regardless of their status, were all wealthy people who knew how to avoid misfortune, seek good fortune, and weigh the pros and cons.
While the small island offered long-term benefits, it also depended on who you were competing with.
Although Kassadin had not yet caused any scandalous incidents in the Milky Way Galaxy that would provoke public outcry, this did not mean that Kassadin lacked the ability to do so.
In this World, the greatest fear is having money but losing one's life; the wealthier one is, the more one will distance themselves from danger.
Their previous bids to compete with Kassadin were already actively approaching danger.
They could only hope now that Kassadin wouldn't want to bid on every piece of land he saw.
Kassadin was somewhat surprised that he only spent 350 million to buy it.
Although the purchasing power of the Universe's currency was slightly higher than that of the U.S. dollar, buying a small island for only 350 million still surprised him.
However, since he had acquired what he wanted, Kassadin no longer bothered and stood up.
Sonia saw that Mr. Kassadin had spent a sky-high price to buy a small island and was about to leave, so she quickly got up, took Mr. Kassadin's arm, and left with him.
The others, seeing Kassadin, this unprovokable trouble, head directly to sign after bidding on the small island, all let out a sigh of relief.
However, they paid a bit more attention to the woman accompanying Kassadin.
Because Kassadin had not been on Xandar for long, the female companion he brought was usually the person who would sign on his behalf.
Perhaps Kassadin was merely using Sonia, but Sonia could also be Kassadin's mistress, no matter which it was.
It meant that Sonia was connected to Kassadin and would at least receive his protection.
The other women present also noticed the gazes of their benefactors or bosses, and each of them looked at the departing Sonia with hearts full of jealousy.
Kassadin and Sonia were led by a waiter to a private room; although it was called a private room, it was still very spacious and bright inside.
"Mr. Kassadin, before you make the payment and officially sign, there's a rule we need to explain to you."
"Because your residence time on Xandar is not long enough."
"Therefore, you need to find a person from Xandar to sign on your behalf to acquire this small island."
"If you don't have a target person now, you need to pay half of the price first, and we can give you two months to find one."
"If you are willing to pay a 1 million handling fee, we can also help you find a suitable person to sign on your behalf."
In this room, a handsome man with a slicked-back hairstyle, dressed in a formal suit, stood up from his chair, bowed slightly, and said with a smile.
"I had already understood this before I came. Just let her sign on my behalf."
Kassadin heard this rule without surprise and said directly.
"It's best that Mr. Kassadin has understood."
"Please believe that my upcoming actions are not meant to offend you in any way."
"I am just following the rules to prevent you from being approached by the Nova Corps in the future, which would also cause us some trouble."
The man's smile became humble and serious after hearing Kassadin's words.
Kassadin nodded in silent agreement upon hearing this.
"This beautiful lady, we need you to provide your identification information."
"We need to investigate your background to ensure everything is foolproof."
Having received permission, the man looked at Sonia, performed a gentleman's bow, and asked politely.
Originally, a gentleman's bow should involve taking the lady's hand, but in such places, the female companions brought by these important figures or wealthy individuals.
Were either mistresses or adopted daughters, etc., belonging to the wealthy individuals' taboos, so they naturally could not be touched casually.
"Okay."
Sonia responded, opened the bag she had brought, and handed the pre-prepared identification documents to the other party.
Although she had never acted as a proxy signer before, she had long been exposed to and understood a series of procedures from various guests and colleagues at the Celebrity Hotel.
The man saw these documents, turned around, and in front of Kassadin, took out an instrument and began to scan them.
Immediately, all information about Sonia's background, where she lived, whether she owned any fixed assets, what jobs she had held, and whether she had any criminal record from childhood to adulthood, was displayed.
"Miss Sonia, thank you for your cooperation."
"After verification, your identity is suitable for proxy signing."
"So, once Mr. Kassadin makes the payment, you can sign your name."
The handsome man with the slicked-back hairstyle, after reviewing the documents and information, turned around and said with a smile.
Many women at the Celebrity Hotel initially, out of ignorance, helped these wealthy individuals or important figures sign on their behalf.
And only one-third of them are still doing well now.
As for the other two-thirds, they either ended up in prison, or tried everything to repay debts, or even went crazy or died.
Therefore, in recent years, the number of women at the Celebrity Hotel helping with proxy signing has significantly decreased, with only one appearing every few years.
And they were usually new hires at the Celebrity Hotel, lacking experience and directly lured by large sums of money and temptations.
Unexpectedly, he actually saw a Villa manager who had worked at the Celebrity Hotel for over ten years come to sign on behalf of someone today.
One can only say that even well-traveled women can be blinded by words and money.
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