Chapter 442 Everyone Here Is Trash

• That was where Goldtooth showed his smarts. The treasure appraisal ranking depended on the value of the antiques you bought, and those sky‑high prices were all smoke and mirrors—true mixed with fake, numbers pulled from thin air. No matter what, the organizer would be the one laughing at the end.
• There were fifty invitations sent out, but only half of those people could get on stage.
• The rest, even after coughing up a five‑billion security deposit, still weren’t qualified—far from it.