A Clean Warehouse

The two of them were relaxed, but that did not mean everyone else was.

The moment the auctioneer finished speaking,

his words were like the starting gun.

Bids immediately rang out one after another.

"500."

"600."

"650."

"800."

Watching the treasure hunters bid so wildly,

if Ye Yuan had not known beforehand that the items in the warehouse were completely worthless,

he might have been swept up in the atmosphere as well.

"1,200."

An abrupt, discordant voice rang out, instantly raising the warehouse's price from 800 to 1,200 dollars.

Ye Yuan did not even need to look to know that the bidder was the burly Black man who had nearly run into Li Shiyun earlier.

"1,250."

"1,500."

"1,800."

"2,000."

When the burly Black man raised the bid to 2,000, the crowd fell briefly silent.

Ye Yuan looked at the burly Black man.

The man noticed Ye Yuan's gaze as well.

He clearly remembered that it had been this skinny little guy

who had nearly shoved him to the ground.

He raised his brows at Ye Yuan in provocation, convinced that this yellow-skinned Asian could not possibly have more money than him.

After all, they had found an antique designer bag in a warehouse yesterday.

That was how his starting capital had accumulated to the terrifying sum of 3,000 dollars.

If the burly Black man had known that the Asian he looked down on had 20,000 dollars in funds,

it was hard to say whether he would still have had the nerve to provoke Ye Yuan.

Seeing the provocative look in the man's eyes, Ye Yuan called out emotionlessly, "2,400."

He had thought long and hard before settling on that price.

If he bid too high right away, he might scare his opponent off. But raising it little by little felt