"Brother, what's your name? I'll etch your name in my heart and never forget it for the rest of my life."
Jiang Fan wanted to roll his eyes.
"It's just a suitcase, you don't need to be so polite."
"No, no, no, it's not just politeness, it's what I should do. By the way, my Wang Ou."
After finishing speaking, the fat man excitedly stretched out his hand.
Out of politeness, Jiang Fan gave a slight handshake in return.
Jiang Fan.
" Jiang Fan? Hmm? That name sounds familiar... I feel like I've been hearing it a lot lately."
The fat man tried hard to remember, but he couldn't recall it for the time being.
Jiang Fan wearing a mask at the moment. If he took it off, the fat man might be able to quickly remember him by combining the face and the name in front of him.
Jiang Fan ignored him and went back to his upper bunk.
"Brother, which fortress are you from? I'm from Fortress No. 30."
After climbing to the upper bunk opposite, the fat man started talking non-stop.
"31," Jiang Fan replied calmly.
If it weren't for the thought of getting some points from the fat guy along the way, he wouldn't have bothered to even talk to him.
"31?!" The fat man's eyes widened instantly, and he became solemn and respectful.
"Is that the Fortress No. 31 that was almost taken down by the beast tide a while ago?"
"Um."
Holy crap! It really is!
The fat man looked at Jiang Fan with more sympathy and pity. He had many questions he wanted to ask, but he was afraid of asking the wrong ones.
After such a horrific ordeal, who knows if his family is still alive? Perhaps he was left with indelible trauma and shadows in his heart.
Thinking about all this, the fat man decided it was best not to continue the topic.
"You look quite young, about my age, and you're leaving the fortress just before the start of the school year. If I'm not mistaken, you must have been accepted into some martial arts school."
"Hmm," Jiang Fan replied, his tone growing increasingly impatient.
Why does this fat guy talk so much? I should have known better than to help him.
I knew it!
The fat man seemed completely oblivious to Jiang Fan's impatience, and continued talking with increasing enthusiasm.
"I'm also a student who got into a martial arts academy, brother. Which fortress are you going to?"
After the question was asked, the carriage fell silent.
"Brother? Brother?" The fat man stared at Jiang Fan, who was lying on the bed with his back to him, and called out twice tentatively, but the other party did not respond at all.
"Asleep?"
The fat man muttered to himself, looking like he hadn't had enough.
Before we knew it, the train had stopped at another station.
As soon as we stopped, a commotion erupted from the crowd, indicating that even more people were boarding this time.
Four of them were dressed smartly, head to toe in designer brands. Although they looked rather young, at most seventeen or eighteen, their attire made them look like successful people from high society.
These people chatted as they walked toward Jiang Fan's carriage.
"My dad said that if I break through to the Martial Artist after I enter the martial arts school, he will reward me with a villa."
"Your dad is really stingy. That's Martial Artist, is it that easy to break through? In the end, all he did was reward them with a villa."
The student who had been rebuked looked displeased and raised his voice, " Zhou Xiong, whose dad are you calling stingy?"
"Isn't that right? Your dad doesn't really think that just by going to a martial arts school, he can immediately break through to the Martial Artist, does he?"
The people around them chimed in.
" Zhou Xiong is right. There's a huge gap between the Late-Stage Martial Apprentice and the Martial Artist stage. You need to accumulate a certain amount of experience before you can break through. My brother is a junior in college now, and he broke through to Martial Artist in the second semester of his sophomore year. He told me that being able to break through in your sophomore year is already quite impressive for a student at an ordinary martial arts school."
"That's right, Qian Yuxing. You've barely reached the Late-Stage Martial Apprentice, and your Qi and Blood are only 132N. To break through and become Martial Artist, the minimum threshold is 200N. That's a difference of 68N of Qi and Blood. Do you think you can reach 200N in two years?"
Qian Yuxing's face turned purple from holding his breath, his lips clenched tightly against his back teeth.
Although he really wanted to curse, Zhou Xiong's qi and blood had already reached 171N, and he was no match for him, so he could only shut up.
But the anger in his heart made him feel uncomfortable, and he always wanted to find a place to vent.
The ticket in his hand indicated that his seat was the bottom bunk in Jiang Fan's row.
He looked up and his gaze fell on Jiang Fan, who was lying on the top bunk. He then pulled out five banknotes.
"Hey kid, I never like it when people try to get ahead of me. You're lucky today, take this money, I'll switch beds with you."
After saying that, they found that Jiang Fan was still lying there motionless, just like before.
"Sleeping so soundly?"
At this moment, Zhou Xiong's mocking voice, filled with the schadenfreude of someone watching a spectacle, rang out.
"I don't think he's sleeping soundly; he's just deliberately ignoring you because he doesn't care about your money or your dignity, hahaha--"
Qian Yuxing was already furious, and now, hearing Zhou Xiong's mockery, his anger flared even more.
"Get down here! If you come down, I'll transfer you ten thousand yuan!"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Fan slowly turned around.
Seeing this, Qian Yuxing's anger subsided, replaced by a smug expression.
He knew that there was nothing money couldn't buy, especially considering the other person's country bumpkin appearance.
"You said ten thousand yuan?" Jiang Fan asked.
Wei San was in the middle bunk, raised his eyes slightly. He knew a little about Jiang Fan. He grew up in the slums, but now he was the top martial arts examinee in Fortress No. 31 and must have received a lot of rewards.
Furthermore, he knew that Jiang Fan had previously worked in a studio and had been to the Inner Wilderness Zone, so his earnings should have been substantial. Surely he wouldn't be short of ten thousand yuan?
Moreover, that Qian Yuxing guy was clearly insulting people with 10,000 yuan.
"That's right, it's ten thousand yuan. You've seen it before, haven't you? But for us rich people, ten thousand yuan is just a drop in the ocean."
As Qian Yuxing spoke, he looked Jiang Fan up and down again. He was dressed plainly, and none of his clothes had a logo, so he guessed they were bought from a wholesale market.
Looking at the two pairs of shoes placed beside the bed, one pair was a pair of big leather shoes, which undoubtedly belonged to the clerk uncle in the middle bunk, and the other pair of sneakers that were about to fall apart were undoubtedly Jiang Fan's.
Jiang Fan's shoes were worn out, not because he was particularly frugal, but because he had Plow Mountain the night before, and they wore out in no time from going up and down the mountain.
He had only bought these shoes a couple of days ago, worn them twice, and then threw them away. He felt it was a bit of a waste; he should have at least worn them for three days.
With that in mind, he didn't throw the shoes away for the time being.
"So you're a rich young master, huh? Since you want my position so badly, I'll have to give you that kind of face," Jiang Fan said with a smile, his eyes narrowed.
Hearing this, Qian Yuxing felt much better.
"Ten thousand dollars isn't enough. If you really want it, I'll sincerely name a price. It's not much, just one million."