Ninth class citizen

Chapter 117: Sneaking into the Auction House

"No, haha, what's the matter? I just feel that we are destined to meet, and I want to go to the training room to practice with each other later." The president said with a smile.

"Yes, yes." Qian Duoduo immediately followed up: "I have long wanted to compete with the extraordinary people. Isn't this the perfect time? It can be regarded as an early run-in."

Hayden nodded and asked the other four people, "You are all non-combat professionals, and you also want to spar with them?"

"No, no. We just want to go and observe." The deputy director of the aircraft department was worthy of being a strategic command major, and he responded quickly:
"We need to design strategies to fight the enemy based on the characteristics of each person's battle. They also need to see if there are any areas that can be modified in the mechas and weapons."

Hayden smiled slightly and said, "That's right. Then after dinner, why don't we gather everyone together and go to the training ground to get to know each other better."

Several people were suddenly speechless.

"Well, that's fine." General Manager Jin said with a smile, "I heard that we will enter the first stage of the competition tomorrow and we won't be able to contact the outside world. We want to take advantage of this time to rest and recuperate."

Haydn didn't know whether he believed it or not, and he didn't say anything more.

Nan Rong finished the food on his plate and ate two more plates before he felt about 70% full.

Qian Duoduo had been looking for an opportunity to talk to Nan Rong, so he immediately asked:
"Nan Rong, among the new students in your college this year, is there a girl with a black ponytail who is about the same height as you? She has a very strong perception ability and her academic performance should be outstanding as well."

When he asked this, the other five club members raised their heads and looked at her seriously.

Haydn lowered his head, hiding the smile on his lips.

Nan Rong managed to control his expression with great difficulty and nodded, "Indeed, there is such a person. Why are you asking her?"

"Really?" Qian Duoduo said excitedly: "What's her name?"

"Xue Li." Nan Rong threw out a name without hesitation.

"Cough cough cough." Haydn had just put a spoonful of cream of oyster soup into his mouth when he couldn't help choking and coughing when he heard the words.

"So your name is Xueli. What a nice name, what a nice name." Qian Duoduo said admiringly.

The president, General Manager Jin and others showed puzzled expressions. Their family backgrounds were better than Qian Duoduo's, and they could get in touch with higher-level social circles.

Xueli, isn’t she the eldest daughter of the Xue family?

They had actually seen her before on other occasions. It was nothing to have different eye and hair colors, as they could be changed by various means, but the young lady was very proud and particular about her clothes and utensils, which was completely different from the wrong person.

But it is not ruled out that this is her true mask, and what we saw before were just illusions.

After returning to his room after dinner, Nan Rong changed his clothes, secretly climbed out of the window, quickly left the training base, and rode his flying board to the auction house provided by the president.

Although the auction will not start for more than an hour, there is already a steady stream of guests entering.

The hovercrafts landed one after another, causing traffic jams in the air.

Nan Rong was wearing clothes that he had just bought for 100 Cowens. Not only was the style old, but the material was still cheap thin polyester fabric, which could not escape the sharp eyes of the auction house receptionist.

Plus, she didn't have an invitation, so she was stopped at the door.

She contacted the president, but he replied after a while, saying that he had something urgent to do with General Manager Jin and couldn't go.

Nan Rong wanted to ask a few more questions, but the other party quickly cut off the connection and never answered any calls she initiated again.

The auction gave the sender an electronic invitation, and with the invitation, he could bring several people in - provided that the sender was present in person. So the president couldn't come, and Nan Rong couldn't get in either.

What's going on with this guy? Is he really going to compete with Qian Duoduo? Is there anything more important than making money?
Could it be that because most of the auction proceeds belong to themselves, these people are indifferent?
As soon as he slipped downstairs, he was caught by the instructors who were guarding there. The club members who were currently being detained in the training ground for extra training suddenly felt their ears getting hot for no reason, and the heat kept coming in waves and getting worse and worse.

Nan Rong walked around outside for a few times, and suddenly an idea came to him. He approached the receptionist at the door and asked, "If I send the items now, is it still in time?"

The two receptionists saw the man wearing the lucky cat mask, circling around outside furtively and refusing to leave, staring at her all the time. When they heard this question, they all sneered:

"It's not impossible, but the prerequisite is that you really have valuable goods on hand, which are worthy of being inserted as the finale item."

Nan Rong humbly asked: "Then, what kind of things are considered valuable goods?"

Of course, the receptionist didn't think Nan Rong would have any valuable items on him.

If you had a few hundred dollars in your pocket, you wouldn't dress like this.

But no matter what you think in your heart, you still have to answer it in person to avoid being complained and losing your job.

"We don't mean to make it difficult for you. The auction house has a rule that the market value of the item cannot be less than 80 Cowans. Otherwise, you can come back later and schedule it for the next auction."

"80 Cowens." Nan Rong sighed and began to worry: "A first-order C-grade gene optimizer should not be worth this price."

"What?" A male guest who was about to enter the venue suddenly stopped and asked, "You have a level 1C gene optimizer?"

"Yes, but"

"But what?" The man grabbed Nan Rong and wanted to drag her aside to discuss, but he found that he was like grabbing an alloy lamp post cast on the ground and couldn't move it at all.

Instead of being angry, he was delighted, and his expectation for Nan Rong to possess a first-level C-grade potion increased a bit.

"As long as the potion is real, I will directly buy it for 80 Cowens and save you the auction house's handling fee." The man was very straightforward.

"Is there really a Class C gene optimizer?" Several guests who had just walked onto the stairs stopped in disbelief: "I'm willing to pay 90 Cowens."

"Are you sending away beggars? I'll give you a price of 100 million. I wonder which master's work this is?"

The two receptionists called the auction house's reception manager as soon as they heard Nan Rong mention the first-order C-grade gene optimizer.

Now I see someone trying to steal my business, so I quickly stop him:

"Dear guest, please wait a moment. Our manager will be here soon. Let him talk to you in person. Our auction house is an official organization. Both the safety of the auction items and the subsequent payment are guaranteed. Even if we charge a handling fee, it is definitely much better than a private transaction."

Nan Rong certainly didn't want to trade outside. She proposed auctioning the potion just to see the market for the extraordinary weapons she made. It would be even better if she could sell a potion to test the waters.

In any case, there is no reason to conduct private transactions at the door.

And it seems that this first-order C-level gene optimizer is more popular than she thought.

As he was speaking, a polite man in a black lapel suit came out of the auction house.

The two receptionists quickly came over to explain the situation. The man smiled gently at Nan Rong and nodded in an extremely formal manner: "My dear guest, I heard that you are interested in auctioning the first-level C-grade optimizer in our bank?"

(End of this chapter)