Chapter 76: The Spoiled Brat from Fengyang
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Yu Zhao frowned as the noise ahead grew louder. “Did they sell out of tickets already?” she wondered, worried she might miss her chance to buy the True Water.
A crowd of cultivators gathered, grumbling as the scene descended into chaos.
“Everyone, please calm down! Let me speak!” A middle-aged man stepped onto the ticketing platform, silencing the crowd with the imposing presence of a Gold Core stage cultivator.
“I am Yu Zheng Mao, the manager of the Blackwater City Auction,” he announced. “I understand everyone’s frustration, and on behalf of the auction, I want to thank you for your enthusiasm. Because of your support, the regular seats sold out quickly. But don’t worry, we still have premium and VIP seats available.”
Yu Zhao sighed with relief, but most people still looked disgruntled.
“Manager Yu, how much are the premium and VIP seats?” someone shouted.
Yu Zheng Mao smiled. “The premium seats are ten mid-grade spirit stones each, and the VIP seats are ten high-grade spirit stones each.”
“What? Ten high-grade spirit stones? That’s outrageous!”
“I’ve never even seen ten mid-grade spirit stones!”
“Manager Yu, are you kidding us?”
The crowd erupted again, stunned by the steep prices. Regular seats had cost ten low-grade spirit stones, but premium seats were a hundred times more expensive, and VIP seats were a thousand times that price. Most of the cultivators were barely scraping by, and the thought of spending ten mid-grade spirit stones was unthinkable.
Yu Zheng Mao remained composed, still smiling as he explained, “These prices are standard across major auction houses. We’re simply following regulations. We appreciate your understanding.”
“Manager Yu, don’t bother explaining to these paupers! I’m not like them—I want to buy three premium seats, one for me and two for my guards!” A brash voice interrupted, and three familiar figures emerged from the crowd.
Yu Zhao clicked her tongue, annoyed by the newcomer’s perfect timing, which diverted the crowd’s anger away from the auction house.
Yu Zheng Mao’s eyes lit up, clearly pleased by the interruption. “Sir, you have an impressive aura and noble bearing. May I ask your esteemed name?” he flattered.
The braggart raised his chin proudly, while his loyal guard stepped forward to announce, “This is Young Master Fan, the eldest son of the head of the Fan family from Fengyang City, also known as the Spoiled Brat from Fengyang!”
Yu Zheng Mao: …
Yu Zhao: …
The crowd: … Seriously, who is this idiot?
“Let’s keep it low-key,” Young Master Fan said, waving his hand, though his smug smile was unmistakable.
Yu Zheng Mao, who had no idea where Fengyang City was, played along. “Ah, the famous Fengyang Spoiled Brat! It’s an honor!”
Young Master Fan beamed, “So you’ve heard of me!”
“Of course… naturally.”
“Hahaha, I’m not as great as the rumors say. Just a little more talented, a little more handsome, and with a few more spirit stones than the average person.” Young Master Fan laughed heartily.
“Damn it, my fists are itching!” a female cultivator in front of Yu Zhao swore.
“Honestly, I can barely hold myself back,” a middle-aged man muttered, clenching his fists.
The crowd’s gaze turned murderous as they stared at Young Master Fan, who continued boasting to Yu Zheng Mao, oblivious to their hostility.
Yu Zheng Mao, wanting to use Young Master Fan as a distraction but not wanting him to get hurt, quickly intervened, “Young Master Fan, a distinguished guest like you shouldn’t miss this grand event. Why don’t I secure those seats for you now? The earlier you buy, the better the seats.”
“Sure!” Young Master Fan agreed, pleased with the attentive service, and gestured for his guards to pay.
At this moment, Yu Zhao’s indifferent voice rang out from the crowd, “Premium seats aren’t worthy of Young Master Fan. Only the VIP seats are suitable for someone of your status.”
The crowd blinked, then grinned mischievously.
“That’s right, Manager Yu, how can you offer Young Master Fan anything but the VIP seats? He deserves a grand entrance!”
“No way! Young Master Fan can’t be short on money, right? The Fengyang Spoiled Brat is not just talk, right?”
“Young Master Fan, we’ve never seen anyone buy VIP seats. Please, grace us with the sight!”
The guards hesitated, looking worriedly at their master.
Young Master Fan’s face turned various shades of green and white. As the only son of the Fan family head, he had been pampered all his life, never wanting for anything. However, the Fan family was only a minor household in Fengyang City, not particularly wealthy outside of his circles. Even though he was doted upon, the family’s resources were limited.
If he spent most of his spirit stones on VIP tickets, he wouldn’t be able to afford any auction items.
“Young Master Fan, premium seats aren’t much different from VIP ones. If you’re short on spirit stones…” Yu Zheng Mao trailed off, seemingly hesitant.
“Who said I’m short on money!” Young Master Fan shouted, unwilling to lose face. The Fengyang Spoiled Brat couldn’t bear the thought of being looked down upon!
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“Master!” The two guards tried to stop him from wasting money.
But it was no use.
With a loud slap, Young Master Fan slammed his storage bag on the counter and declared, “VIP seats! Three of them!”
“Very well, three VIPs!” Yu Zheng Mao’s smile widened.
What luck! Today must be my lucky day, meeting someone so generous! Yu Zheng Mao thought, barely containing his glee. Though the benefactor might be a bit foolish, he was willing to spend! With just a few words, they had made the man spend thirty high-grade spirit stones!
What a genius!