Online Game: Crazy Skeleton-Chapter 776 - 698: Riches (Two-in-One) _2

Su Ran emotionally sighed, his eyes full of melancholy. His worn-out appearance would make anyone feel heartbroken.

"Look at my filthy mouth, not careful with my words at all, you must have misheard me. Ha ha, I... I was about to process the Supreme VIP membership card for you. This card provides numerous discounts on all auctioned treasures..."

Zhu Yuepo had a flattering expression, long lost was the tall stance of a sales director. The self-criticism was extremely profound. However, before he could finish his spiel, Nan Qiang opened his mouth again and interrupted him.

"Misheard? How come I also heard you say, you resent that Brother Spilt Water is embarrassing himself here and you want to drive him out?"

Nan Qiang added more fuel to the fire, chuckling coldly and leaving no room for argument.

"Well, this..."

Zhu Yuepo—who had been pampered and privileged for so long, found it hard to deal with this awkward situation— fell silent with discomfort written all over his face.

"Damn, this was the first time I realized that even NPCs can be this shameless!"

"Too much! Why is the auction house behaving like this?"

"Why isn’t Brother Spilt Water allowed in? What you’re doing is unfair. I want to lodge a complaint!"

The players immediately burst into furious chatter, all voicing outrages for Su Ran. For a moment, the entire auction hall resembled a bustling marketplace. Meanwhile, Nan Qiang and Bei Diao were grinning secretly, struggling to hold back laughter at the sight of Zhu Yuepo’s bitter face.

"Never mind, gentlemen. Seeing as the auction house no longer welcomes us, we should just be on our way. Alas! Let’s leave this place of heartbreak..."

Mournfully finishing his sentence, Su Ran left the auction house without looking back, accompanied by the two ’gentlemen’. What remained were the gawking spectators and a disheartened Zhu Yuepo.

As for Crane That Doesn’t Dance, he had long vanished, his whereabouts unknown.

"Serves him right, even daring to expulse God Spilt Water. He must be out of his mind!"

"Good job, Brother Spilt Water! We shouldn’t tolerate NPCs like this one! Bet you’re regretting now, huh? Ha ha ha, this is so satisfying!"

"Do you think you’d get in trouble for angering an NPC to death? Ha ha ha!"

The players roared with laughter, creating a commotion.

"Shoot, the auction!"

Just then, a player suddenly changed his expression, exclaiming loudly.

The rest of the players were stunned at first but once they remembered the auction, they erupted into wails.

"Damn, I was too busy watching the commotion that I’m late for the auction!"

"Can I get a refund for this ticket?"

"But this was not bad, this free drama was way more entertaining than the auction, ha ha!"

The rest of the player looked at the distraught NPC again and burst into renewed laughter.

...

"Ha ha, this is so satisfying. Well-done, Brother Spilt Water!"

Walking down the street, Nan Qiang—who had previously been very low-spirited— now beamed with joy.

"You flatter me, I just couldn’t stand the NPC’s behavior, but in the process, I must’ve caused trouble for you two."

When Su Ran saw Crane That Doesn’t Dance, he had already guessed what was going on. This vile fellow must’ve been up to no good behind the scenes. Yet, he was the one who ended up in a mess. He deserved this misfortune.

"Brother Spilt Water, are you intending to sell this Resurrection Skillbook?"

The always silent Bei Diao opened his mouth, looking at Su Ran earnestly.

"What? Brother Bei Diao wants it?"

Su Ran, taken aback, looked at Bei Diao in surprise and asked hesitantly.

"Well, isn’t it obvious? There’s a whole bunch of people under me. This Resurrection Skillbook could be very useful. Brother Spilt Water, how much are you asking for it? If it’s reasonable, then we’ll take it."

Bei Diao twirled the fan in his hand, revealing his perfect set of eight teeth in a charming smile.

"Big brother, you name the price. I don’t have much experience, any amount is fine, I don’t mind."

"You little scamp. We wouldn’t take advantage of you either. Of course, it won’t be picked up at the auction price. How about 260W gold coins?"

Bei Diao slightly smiled, his tone of voice was very light. It was as if he was discussing a trivial matter, lacking any seriousness.

"Pfft, you’re so stingy it’s pitiful, don’t pick on the little guy this way! The resurrection spell book is going for at least 320 million gold coins on the black market. I bet it would fetch even more at auction, although the taxes would take quite a chunk."

Nan Qiang slapped his palm down, speaking rather sloppily, "How about my brother and I pay 300 million gold coins, Crane That Doesn’t Dance? It’s not a bad deal for you, isn’t it?"

"You..."

Bei Diao hesitated for a moment, starting to speak, then holding back. His folding fan remained open, lying still in his palm.

"Gentlemen, there’s really no need to feel bad. I didn’t expect to sell it for much anyway—I’m more than satisfied this way."

Su Ran was clearly not blind to the situation and advised them.

"Crane That Doesn’t Dance, not to make a joke about our situation, but we’re a bit short on funds right now. If we were to shell out 300 million all at once, it could hurt our guild. How about installments? We’ll give you 260 million now, and once our finances are more stable, we can pay you back the rest."

Bei Diao gave a bitter smile and continued speaking, "I manage all the guild’s funds, and this dimwit here is only obsessed with doing what’s right. He completely disregards our guild’s current situation—he’s too big-hearted!"

"Haha, okay, that’s fine—just give me 260 million. As for the rest, we’ll talk about it later."

Su Ran waved his hand nonchalantly, speaking in a rather carefree tone. In his view, if he could sell the skill book for a million gold coins, it would be a blessing. This 260 million was already beyond what he could ever have imagined, making these two brothers worthy of further friendship.

Having settled that, Su Ran handed over the resurrection spell skill book to Nan Qiang, teasing him, "This skill book is too valuable, holding it is burning my hands—take it away quick!"

"Damn, Crane That Doesn’t Dance, you’re too good!"

Nan Qiang took the resurrection skill book, his eyes bulging in disbelief— "You’re handing over something this valuable without even seeing the money first? Aren’t you worried I’ll just run off with this book?"

"Haha, what’s there to fear? I trust you!"

There was a smile in Su Ran’s eyes, but his heart was pounding. He was gambling, betting on the integrity of these two. If he won, he would gain their eternal friendship. freewёbnoνel.com

But if he lost, it would ruin them both!

Just to be safe, Su Ran recorded it.

"Stop teasing Crane That Doesn’t Dance, let’s get going, to the bank. Transfer the money before the value of this skill book marks up any further—it’ll leave us with even more debt if it does!"

Bei Diao laughed heartily, clearly very pleased with Crane That Doesn’t Dance’s generosity.

"Haha, Crane That Doesn’t Dance, you treated us sincerely, we can’t let you down. If you come to Dalian, I’ll treat you—we’ll drink big glasses of wine, eat chunks of meat, not retiring unless drunken!"

Nan Qiang laughed loudly three times, feeling particularly good with Su Ran as his new friend.

"Definitely!"

Caught up in the atmosphere, Su Ran nodded energetically, but his eyes looked slightly dazed. He thought about himself in reality, his heart heavy with worries.

"Crane That Doesn’t Dance, I don’t mean to lecture you, but why would you wear a mask unnecessarily? It’s not like you can’t have fun playing the game this way, is it much fun?"

Nan Qiang led the way up front, looking at Su Ran’s mask whilst speaking casually, "What’s the big deal about a man looking a bit ugly? As long as you live uprightly and true to yourself, that’s what matters!"

Cough cough.

Su Ran almost choked.

Forget it, let him think what he wants. Even if he thinks he’s ugly, Su Ran would live with it.

They reached the Human Race Bank. Once the transaction of the 260 million gold coins was completed, Su Ran finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Phew- he won! He had won this risky bet.

"Haha, Crane That Doesn’t Dance, buddy, I didn’t let you down, did I?"

Nan Qiang, having received the rare resurrection skill, was pretty excited. He asked, laughing.

"Don’t celebrate too early—you still owe 40 million gold coins. You should think about how you’re going to repay that."

Bei Diao apparently couldn’t stand Nan Qiang’s swagger and threw a bucket of cold water on him.

"That’s no big deal, Crane That Doesn’t Dance isn’t in a hurry, there’s no need to rush..."

Nan Qiang was interrupted by a regional announcement before he could finish.

[Regional Announcement] XXXXXX: Crane That Doesn’t Dance, Arena of Life and Death, we end our grudges! If you don’t show up, you’re a son of a bitch!

Three consecutive regional announcements caught all the players in Imperial City by surprise.