Chapter 662: 658. Speaking Filth (Seeking Subscriptions and Monthly Tickets)

Zhang Ran said in a low voice, "There should be some good things in there. Do you want to get in on it?"

"How do you know?" Gong Nan asked curiously.

Wang Chao also looked over, somewhat curious as to why Zhang Ran was so certain.

Zhang Ran smiled and said, "Look at that man, the one who made the first bid. His eyes keep drifting toward Warehouse No. 1. Also, every time he raises the bid, he subconsciously taps his finger. If nothing goes wrong, this person will immediately add a bit more, but not too much, and he will put on an act as if this is his final bid."

Just as Zhang Ran finished speaking, the man he mentioned raised his hand and said, "Three hundred."

After speaking, he put on an indifferent attitude and looked at other warehouses with boredom, as if he had already given up on this competition.

Seeing him like this, some people's eyes flickered.

Zhang Ran looked at Wang Chao and the others, signaling to see if they wanted to play along.

However, although Wang Chao and the others were eager to try, they ultimately did not bid. It was better not to stir up trouble if they could avoid it; they were just here to have fun anyway.

In the end, the man won it, and the final price was three hundred. At the moment it was settled, a flash of joy appeared in the man's eyes, but it quickly dissipated, and he pretended as if nothing had happened.

Zhang Ran and his group just kept watching without paying too much attention; they were only waiting for the warehouses they had their eyes on.

Very quickly, it was time for Warehouse No. 5, which Wang Chao had taken a fancy to.

"One hundred." Wang Chao made his bid excitedly.

Hearing his bid, many people looked at him with strange expressions, and then someone with bad intentions spoke up directly: "Two hundred dollars."

"Three hundred." Wang Chao didn't care about that little bit of money.

"Four hundred."

"Five hundred."

"Six hundred."

After a silence of about ten seconds, Wang Chao did not speak. He was just playing around, and five hundred was his psychological limit.

The person who bid six hundred had just been running his mouth on impulse; now that he saw Wang Chao wasn't bidding, he started to panic.

The people here were not all rich, and in the United States, apart from those in high society who saved money, the rest, including the middle class, rarely saved.

Actually, it is quite ridiculous to think about how these wealthy people in the United States are all touting the philosophy of advance consumption and not saving money.

But only those in the lower and middle classes take it seriously. Of course, one cannot generalize, as those wealthy people have so much money they can hardly spend it all.

It was just that Zhang Ran couldn't understand such a philosophy; after all, he had lived through days without money, and he had lived through them for two lifetimes.

Although he didn't value money much now, it was only relative. By comparison, it was still more reassuring to have money in hand.

Many people looked at the person who raised the price as if he were a fool. It was one thing to trick others, but it was rare to see someone trick themselves.

Wang Chao stopped bidding, and the people at the warehouse auction knew the general situation, so the deal was closed cleanly and efficiently.

The man's face looked rather ugly, and he glared at Wang Chao with fierce eyes.

Wang Chao pretended not to see it.

"Haha, well done, Chao'er," Zhang Ran laughed.

Wang Chao said in a low voice, "Should we leave first? I feel like I might have stirred up trouble."

"It's fine, what more can they do? Don't worry." Zhang Ran didn't care about such things.

Wang Chao saw that both Zhang Ran and Gong Nan were in high spirits, so he didn't try to persuade them again, just became a bit more cautious.

After all, he was the one who brought Zhang Ran and the others out to have fun, and he was the one who arranged this activity; he couldn't just leave right after Zhang Ran and the others had become interested.

"Jameson, you lost big, didn't you? Haha, that warehouse has nothing but trash in it." Someone was mocking the person who raised the price.

Jameson's face became even uglier.

Zhang Ran didn't pay attention to this, but He Yong, who was hanging around outside, noticed it. He then quietly made a few gestures, and some people with European and American faces quietly surrounded the area.

The personnel here were quite complex and numerous, so no one paid any attention to a few extra people.

Warehouse No. 10 was the one Gong Nan had his eye on, and like Wang Chao, he bid one hundred dollars directly.

Now, the crowd wouldn't blindly raise the price anymore; after all, someone had just suffered a loss because of it.

However, the warehouse Gong Nan had his eye on seemed to really have some good things, so quite a few people were competing for it.

The price soared to eight hundred at one point, and was finally won by Gong Nan for eight hundred and fifty.

"Haha, Brother Ran, do you think I'll find a big treasure this time and strike it rich?" Gong Nan started dreaming.

Zhang Ran laughed: "Keep dreaming. How big of a treasure could make you strike it rich?"

"Tch, I'm not you. I'd be satisfied with just a few million dollars," Gong Nan muttered, then began staring at Warehouse No. 10 with great interest. From now on, this warehouse was his, until he moved everything inside out.

However, all of this would have to wait until the auction was over to take action; they wouldn't be given access now.

Zhang Ran was waiting for No. 13; he felt there were some good things in there.

Just as he was waiting for No. 13, Wang Chao bid again. He bid on No. 12, and the final price was five hundred dollars; once it hit five hundred, no one competed with him.

It seemed everyone understood that this guy was just prepared to spend five hundred dollars for fun.

Soon it was time for Warehouse No. 13, and Zhang Ran didn't waste words, bidding directly.

"One hundred dollars."

"Five hundred!" Just as Zhang Ran finished speaking, someone bid five hundred, and then looked over at their side.

Zhang Ran was stunned for a moment, and the others were also slightly taken aback, but they also felt there were some things in No. 13, so quite a few people followed with bids.

The price slowly climbed to one thousand dollars, which surprised Zhang Ran a little.

"Two thousand!" Zhang Ran didn't want to drag it out, so he doubled it directly.

In his view, no one should follow this, as it had already doubled, and looking at the situation, there shouldn't be anything worth more than two thousand dollars inside, right?

Two seconds later, someone bid again.

"Two thousand one hundred." This was the guy who had just opened with five hundred dollars, and this person even used his eyes to threaten Zhang Ran.

Zhang Ran frowned, but he spoke up anyway.

"Two thousand five hundred."

"Fuck, are you fucking going against me?" that person shouted out directly.

Zhang Ran narrowed his eyes, looked at him, and said, "Watch your language, keep your mouth clean."

"Hahaha, did you hear what he said? Keep my mouth clean? Hahaha, I******" A string of censored words spewed from his mouth, making Zhang Ran's mood turn bad all of a sudden.

Outside, He Yong stared at this person, his eyes very dangerous.

However, some of the others, especially those who were somewhat familiar with this person, all burst into laughter one by one, as if it were truly very funny.