Outside the warehouse.
By the time Jiang Ran arrived, Wang Zhenguo was already waiting there.
Upon seeing Jiang Ran, he immediately bowed slightly and respectfully called out, "President."
Jiang Ran nodded. Just as he was about to pull open the rolling shutter door, he noticed Wang Zhenguo's hesitant expression, as if he wanted to speak but held back.
He stopped and asked, "Is there a problem with the auction organization?"
Wang Zhenguo immediately shook his head. "Not that."
He paused, lowering his voice. "I wanted to ask... do I need to handle the public opinion online?"
Jiang Ran shook his head somewhat helplessly as he pulled open the shutter door and walked inside. "Why are you just like that old man, caring so much about public opinion?"
In the corner of the warehouse, Black Cat was crouched atop a pile of clutter, licking his paws. Hearing this, he raised his head, his feline face showing an expression of complete certainty. "Public opinion concerns reputation, reputation concerns people's hearts, and people's hearts concern..."
"Shut up."
Jiang Ran cut him off flatly.
Black Cat curled his lips and lowered his head to continue licking his paws.
Wang Zhenguo scratched his head awkwardly and followed Jiang Ran into the warehouse.
Jiang Ran turned around and looked at Wang Zhenguo, explaining calmly, "Public opinion from the outside world doesn't matter to me, or to our organization."
"Even if one day, everyone curses our organization, the entire Federation puts us on its wanted list, and we're branded as heretics and demons..."
"But so what?"
"Wouldn't it be enough for us to become the strongest?"
Hearing that, Wang Zhenguo's heart trembled. He nodded firmly. "Yes, President. I understand."
Jiang Ran said nothing more and turned to Black Cat. "Go stand guard outside."
Black Cat finally jumped