Jiang Fan wore an extremely sincere expression, without the slightest hint of joking.
Everyone else who heard this was taken aback.
Especially the fat guy sitting on the opposite bunk, who originally wanted to help Jiang Fan because he thought those rich young masters were going too far, suddenly found his emotions becoming somewhat disjointed.
"What did you say? How much?!"
Qian Yuxing stared wide-eyed in disbelief, asking again to confirm if he had misheard.
Jiang Fan frowned, somewhat impatient.
"So young and already hard of hearing? You said a million, did you hear me clearly now?"
It really was one million; he hadn't misheard.
Qian Yuxing's anger flared up instantly. "You really dare to ask for such an exorbitant amount! One million? Judging by your clothes, you're probably from the slums, right? Just changing your bed, and you want a million? Seriously, have you ever seen what a million dollars looks like?"
"A mere million? You call that an outrageous demand? To me, it's just a drop in the ocean."
Jiang Fan's words were filled with utter contempt, and his gaze toward Qian Yuxing was also full of disdain.
Qian Yuxing immediately recognized the familiar words and tone; it was the same one he had just spoken to Jiang Fan.
Thinking of this, the anger burning in his chest surged again.
Seeing this, his companions, not wanting to miss out on the excitement, all chimed in and egged him on.
It was Zhou Xiong, with his sharp tongue, who spoke first.
" Qian Yuxing, you're no good. This kid is obviously playing you."
Once he took the lead, the others followed suit.
"Tsk tsk tsk, Qian Yuxing, you come from Fortress No. 29, and your departure represents the reputation of Fortress No. 29. If you can tolerate him playing you like this, we will look down on you."
"That's right. If you don't teach him a lesson today, we won't deign to associate with you."
Qian Yuxing was initially angry but had managed to restrain himself. Now, with them stirring things up, he had no way to back down.
The next second, his gaze was fixed on Jiang Fan.
"I'm telling you, you're changing this bed today whether you like it or not, otherwise—"
He was interrupted by Jiang Fan halfway through his sentence.
"Otherwise, you'll attack me?"
"That's right!"
"Idiot!" Jiang Fan scoffed, shook his head, and looked at the other person as if he were a complete moron.
Qian Yuxing was severely provoked, and suddenly raised his voice, his eyes wide with anger.
"Who are you calling stupid? Say it again if you dare!"
Jiang Fan raised an eyebrow slightly. "Isn't that right? Knowing full well that fighting is prohibited on trains, your companions kept encouraging you to fight, clearly wanting to see you kicked off the train. And you didn't even realize it, actually going to fight? What else could you be but an idiot?"
Although Jiang Fan's words were harsh and made Qian Yuxing want to rush up and beat him up, he had to admit that Jiang Fan was right.
Zhou Xiong and his group clearly wanted to see them make a fool of themselves, completely disregarding their own lives.
Of course, he would never admit to this.
Admitting it is tantamount to agreeing with Jiang Fan's words and acknowledging that you are an idiot.
"Stop your nonsense. I'm asking you one last time, are you going to change the bed or not?"
Jiang Fan was too lazy to waste any more words with the other party and simply gave him a single word.
"Roll."
Qian Yuxing's voice rose to his throat, "You're asking for it!"
Jiang Fan lay down directly and turned his back.
This scene, witnessed by everyone, made them think that Jiang Fan was too reckless.
He just lay there with his back to him, wasn't he afraid that Qian Yuxing would actually attack him?
What they didn't know was that Jiang Fan wasn't a tiger, but Spirit Master who could clearly sense his surroundings even with his back turned.
Completely ignored, Qian Yuxing was so angry that his eyes bulged like saucers as he stared intently at Jiang Fan, who was lying on the upper bunk with his back to him. His chest heaved violently, and he wished he could pounce on him and tear him apart alive at any moment.
"Awesome!" The fat man gave Jiang Fan a thumbs up.
Because he spoke, Qian Yuxing's attention instantly shifted to him.
"You, switch with me!"
He has to sleep on the top bunk today, otherwise he'll lose all face and dignity.
Look at this fat man; his clothes are covered in patches.
He had never seen anyone dressed so shabbily; even the beggars on the street were better dressed than him.
Such a person shouldn't be allowed to be manipulated at will.
"Ten thousand yuan, come down here right now."
The fat man stretched his neck, tilted his head back, and let out a loud howl.
"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river; never underestimate a young man's potential!"
The powerful shouts echoed throughout the carriage, and then the carriage became so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Everyone stood there, stunned, staring blankly at the fat man.
Even Jiang Fan couldn't help but turn around and look at the fat man.
That's just so incredibly childish!
How could he have the nerve to shout like that? And he shouted so loudly, with such a forceful air.
The anger and resentment he displayed were particularly vivid.
It's like reading a novel.
Qian Yuxing kept his mouth wide open, unable to close it for a long time.
He wanted to get angry and rush up to beat the fat man up, but if he actually did it, he felt like a villain in a novel.
But if we do nothing, there's no way to back down.
Thinking about this, he was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to go up or down, and stood there awkwardly.
Just then, the train vendor pushed a snack cart over.
Beer, soft drinks, mineral water, peanuts, sunflower seeds, and sausages.
"Come on, pull your legs in."
"Instant noodles in various flavors: spicy and sour beef, tomato and egg, braised beef..."
"The freshly cooked sausages are fragrant and sweet, and they're cheap—three for ten yuan. They're delicious, inexpensive, and economical."
When he reached Qian Yuxing, the sales clerk said, "Excuse me, could you please move aside?"
Qian Yuxing was still a little embarrassed and continued to stand there.
Jiang Fan sat up in bed. "Give me two buckets of braised beef, two buckets of hot and sour beef, ten yuan's worth of grilled sausages, a bottle of Coca-Cola, and a bottle of Fanta."
"Okay, please wait a moment."
The sales clerk walked past Qian Yuxing and handed the item to Jiang Fan.
"Thanks."
"You're welcome, it's my pleasure."
"By the way, do you sell power banks?"
Jiang Fan only realized he'd forgotten to charge his phone a moment before he set off.
"Yes, yes, 100 yuan each, do you want one?"
"Give me one."
"Okay."
For customers like Jiang Fan who spend a lot of money, the sales clerks smiled much more often.
After finishing his business, the salesperson started hawking his wares again.
"Is anyone else interested?"
None of the people in the circle responded to her. As they looked away, they turned to Qian Yuxing, who was blocking their way.
What would you like to order?
Qian Yuxing opened his mouth, but after a long pause, he managed to squeeze out three words.
"Unnecessary!"
The sales clench pursed her lips, said nothing, and pushed the cart away.
Although she didn't say anything, it was as if she said everything.