At the end of the street.
Jiang Ran put the last few Spirit Crystals into the Heavenly Net Pouch and turned to look at Wang Zhenguo.
"Gather at the warehouse before midnight tomorrow," he said softly. "I'll give you the mask that's actually going up for auction this time."
Wang Zhenguo froze for a moment, then immediately nodded. "Understood."
Jiang Ran said no more and turned to leave.
Seeing this, the Black Cat hurriedly jumped down from the roof of the car and trotted after him.
As it passed Wang Zhenguo, it even raised its head and said in an old-fashioned tone, "Work hard, young man. This old man thinks highly of you."
Wang Zhenguo was stunned by those words. Before he could respond, the Black Cat had already run off.
After the Black Cat caught up with Jiang Ran.
Jiang Ran tilted his head slightly. His voice behind the Nuo Opera Mask carried a hint of amusement. "How did you know your position was higher than his?"
The Black Cat froze, then answered with complete confidence, "With this old man's strength, could I possibly be weaker than him!?"
Jiang Ran glanced at it and said softly, "Not now, perhaps. But the future is uncertain.
"Here, a steady stream does not compete to flow without end. It only competes to be first."
The Black Cat was stunned for a moment.
Then it fell silent and said nothing more.
Jiang Ran did not care. He led it to a relatively intact apartment building nearby, pushed open a door on the third floor, and walked in.
A thin layer of dust had settled indoors, but the furniture was still fairly complete.
Jiang Ran pointed to the room next door for the Black Cat. "That one is yours. Cultivate separately. Let me know