Chapter 663: 659. Lacking Nothing But Money (Please Subscribe and Vote with Monthly Tickets)

Fortunately, the warehouse manager here still has some influence, and he quickly put a stop to things here.

In the end, he seemed to give Zhang Ran a rather well-intentioned reminder: "Sir, it's better not to stir up trouble here. These guys are all a bunch of jerks; don't lower yourself to their level."

Zhang Ran said indifferently: "It's fine. There are very few things I want that can be taken away from me. Continue."

The manager shrugged and said nothing more.

As for the man who was spouting profanities, although his gaze remained sharp and dangerous, there was a sense of irritation about him.

His name is Weisen, and while he seemed boorish just now, he was actually just trying to intimidate Zhang Ran.

Zhang Ran and his group looked like the refined, scholarly type and likely rarely came into contact with people like them; they had encountered such people before, and usually, a little scare was enough.

But Zhang Ran was not intimidated by him; instead, he seemed to have been provoked into anger, which made him very irritated.

However, he had already been stopped by the warehouse manager, and if he were to continue with his threats, the other peers would definitely notice something amiss.

Weisen's complexion turned slightly uglier.

"Two thousand five hundred, any more bids?" the manager asked.

"Two thousand eight hundred!"

"Three thousand!"

"Three thousand two hundred!"

"Four thousand!" Zhang Ran's expression remained indifferent.

"Four thousand one hundred!" Weisen felt his heart twitching.

"Five thousand!" At this moment, the way everyone looked at Zhang Ran changed; was he really that rich?

Don't look at how Zhang Ran treats money as if it were nothing, dealing with billions in business from time to time, but in reality, among the lower classes, a few thousand dollars is already a lot of money.

Especially for people like them.

And what surprised them even more was that Weisen actually kept raising the bid, which made them realize something.

"Five thousand one hundred!" This wasn't Weisen, but someone else; they had also sensed that there was something to this.

"Five thousand two hundred!"

Watching others follow suit and raise the bid, and doing so on top of the five-thousand base, Weisen's expression became increasingly unsightly.

"Six thousand!" Zhang Ran didn't give him any time to bid and raised the price directly.

"Brother Ran, why don't we just let it go? There might not be anything good in there, and it's not worth wasting so much money," Wang Chao advised.

He was afraid that Zhang Ran would get carried away and end up being scammed.

Such things are actually very common, even though many people usually feel they won't suffer too much of a loss.

Just like buying scratch-offs, most people feel they are just doing it for fun, buying at most ten or twenty dollars' worth.

But when they actually play a little more and get slightly carried away, if there is no one around to stop them, let alone ten or twenty dollars, they can dump ten or twenty thousand in a short period of time.

That is why Wang Chao offered a reminder.

Zhang Ran smiled and said: "Don't worry, it's fine. It's just a little pocket change, and I suspect there are some valuable things in there."

Gong Nan also said: "Chao'er, don't worry. Our Brother Ran isn't short on money right now."

"Alright, but you should still be careful." Seeing Zhang Ran's clear eyes and no signs of getting carried away, Wang Chao stopped talking.

However, he had already silently begun to calculate his own money, as well as how long it would take to apply for a credit card on his end.

He only had one credit card, and it would be relatively simple to apply for others.

The price quickly reached a surprising amount!

"Ten thousand!" This was Zhang Ran's bid.

Previously, Weisen had bid "Nine thousand one hundred!"

By this time, many people had already dropped out, even though some could see that there was definitely something inside.

It didn't matter to an outsider like Zhang Ran; he might just be doing it to vent his anger, but Weisen was truly different—he was an old expert.

Weisen wouldn't spend so much money just to vent his anger; if Zhang Ran suddenly stopped bidding and there were no good items inside, he would suffer a huge loss.

In warehouse auctions at their level, let alone ten thousand, even bids of one thousand were rare.

So these people were all getting a bit excited now.

The reason these people weren't bidding was simply because they were out of money; ten thousand dollars was already a huge sum for them.

You have to know that once you bid, you have to pay, and you can only take the items inside after paying; credit is not allowed.

"Twenty thousand!" Weisen's face was terrifyingly gloomy, and he stared fiercely at Zhang Ran.

He didn't raise the bid incrementally this time, but doubled it directly, wanting to use this to scare Zhang Ran off.

He really didn't believe Zhang Ran knew what was inside; twenty thousand was already quite a lot.

Weisen guessed correctly; Zhang Ran just felt there should be something decent inside, and under normal circumstances, he wouldn't bother competing.

But Weisen had to go and pick a fight, and the one thing Zhang Ran was not short of was money.

"Forty thousand dollars!" Zhang Ran didn't even blink and doubled it again.

At this, everyone in the venue began to gasp, and the way they looked at Warehouse No. 13 changed.

What kind of good things were inside?

Weisen was truly in a difficult position now; the things inside weren't his, yet he had to get his hands on them.

"Fifty thousand!" Weisen gritted his teeth and said.

"One hundred thousand!" Zhang Ran doubled it again without hesitation; he wanted to see just how much Weisen could bid.

Zhang Ran also had a bottom price in his mind; he could now be certain there were good things inside, though it seemed the value wasn't particularly high.

So he set his own limit at one million; if it exceeded one million, then forget it.

In any case, this would allow the foul-mouthed Weisen to suffer a huge loss, and after Zhang Ran left, Weisen would also pay the price for his foul mouth.

"Kid, do you really want to fight me to the bitter end?" Weisen's eyes were terrifyingly gloomy.

Zhang Ran looked at him and sneered, "An endless feud? Are you worthy?"

"I am from the Black Dragon Gang, you had better think it over," Weisen threatened.

"Black Dragon Gang? Heh, I'm so scared," Zhang Ran couldn't even be bothered to pay him any mind.

Weisen glared fiercely at Zhang Ran, looking as if he wished he could swallow him alive.

At this moment, the warehouse manager did not urge them, as he was still counting on driving the price up further.

"One hundred and ten thousand dollars," Weisen gritted his teeth as he announced the price, while threatening again, "Kid, this is your last chance. If you go against me again, then don't blame me for being impolite."

He only had one hundred thousand, or rather, the funds given to him from above were only one hundred thousand; this one hundred thousand was the reward for his idea.

According to Weisen's estimation, he would need at most one thousand to complete the task, but now, even stuffing all this money in was not enough.

"One hundred and twenty thousand," Zhang Ran could see that this guy was likely out of money, so his expression became somewhat playful; he no longer doubled the bid, but only added ten thousand.

Weisen was so angry that his whole body began to tremble, and the others all watched them as if watching a good show.