Silence.

Shoto Takagi shut his eyes. His eyelids trembled, and his heart bled.

Despite having liquidated so many of his precious assets, he had still been unable to retrieve the Obsidian Heaven’s Eye Bowl.

Several of the other top Nipponese tycoons couldn’t help but grasp tightly at their chests. Some of them furrowed their brows, while others massaged their temples as they all sighed wistfully.

Want? No, it’s more of a yearning. In fact, it’s something that I dream about every day!

When Guardian Auctions first announced the auction of the Obsidian Heaven’s Eye Bowl, none of them could believe their very eyes.

Each and every single one of them had done everything that was reasonably within their abilities in order to prepare for the auctions today. They had given up investments, and even sold off their personal collections. Most of them had come to the auctions with approximately two billion RMB in their pockets, so who could’ve expected the one to come out on top to be a young man that wasn’t even Nipponese to begin with?!

“This is a sad day for Nippon… What a regretful turn of events!” Fujimoto Hirobumi gently nudged away the assistant who was helping him, and he sighed with great disappointment as he left the booth.

Nishino Mio was an old lady who generally presented herself with an elegant poise. That said, her usual graceful disposition was nowhere to be found.

She flicked open a folding...