Darkstone Code
Chapter 92 - 0091 Master Lin once again showed a kind smile [Extra update this month 1/2]

Chapter 92: 0091 Master Lin once again showed a kind smile [Extra update this month 1/2]

In just one week, Wood has already formed a certain degree of friendship with everyone here.

To become someone else’s friend, you can’t be too foolish, but you shouldn’t be too shrewd either.

If you’re too foolish, you’ll simply become a tool for others to use. People don’t like to be friends with fools; they may seem like good friends, but they might not be true ones.

At the same time, you can’t be too shrewd; inherently, people are selfish and enjoy taking advantage of others, which is a common trait across society. While there may be some truly upright people in this world, there are more average ones.

Ordinary people like taking advantage of others but don’t like being taken advantage of.

Wood does well in this aspect; Richard and a few others always let him do the dirtiest and most tiring tasks. After hesitating for a while, he would take them on, sometimes even offering a minor counterattack. But in general, he acts in line with people’s standards for friends and has become everyone’s good friend.

During this time, everyone has most frequently heard Richard talk about those legendary stories related to the wealthy.

So-and-so was just selling onions before becoming wealthy; so-and-so was a store salesman, then they seized opportunities to become elite.

Aside from these, Richard boasted most about his previous classic collaboration with Lynch, with a daily income of over a hundred dollars truly fascinating this group of young men.

Some words, when heard once, people will dismiss as fake with a laugh. But when heard daily, people will subconsciously believe these words might not all be lies, especially mixed with some "real stories" of famous people.

At this moment, Wood glanced at Richard, who looked relaxed, chatting with some seemingly special clients in the front row. He vaguely realized a whole new world was opening its doors to him.

Perhaps Wood’s brief distraction made his superior mistakenly think it was related to him. After issuing a check, the superior whispered to Wood the reason why he did it; he also had a need.

His wife had been complaining for a long time about their very stupid multifunctional stove, which is a stove with a built-in grill underneath.

When they bought it, he and his wife thought this design was so damn smart. They even imagined that every time they cooked dinner, they could put some meat in, and when the food is ready, the meat on the grill would be cooked too.

But in fact, reality hit hard and fast. Firstly, the multifunctional grilling space is too small, not to mention a turkey; even a regular chicken couldn’t fit in.

It’s also too short, sometimes requiring the fish to be cut into three or four segments to cook separately.

What displeased them more was when they needed to use the damn grill to heat up pizza, they had to turn on the burner to dry burn, needing to light at least two burners at a time.

And that’s not all. If this damned stove dry burns for more than a minute, it automatically shuts down. You must place a pot with something in it on the burner to prevent some gravity sensor mechanism from closing the switch.

In other words, to heat a pizza, they need to fill two pans with water on the burners, watch it boil for a while, and then they can eat a heated piece of pizza!

As for the charcoal grills, they’re only suitable for outdoor use unless they don’t want to trigger the fire alarm.

Wood didn’t fully absorb his superior’s words. He had only one voice in his head, telling him that he just made more than four dollars standing here doing nothing.

He looked again at Richard’s position; Richard was happily chatting with those clients. How to know if he’s happy? Just look at his smile.

Wood frowned; there was something he couldn’t quite grasp but vaguely sensed lingering in his heart. He needed more time to search.

As the first phase of snatching continued, people began gradually realizing they had to act quickly; just hesitating for a moment might let someone else snatch your opportunity.

This was the reason Lynch placed this snatch-auction mode first, making impulsive spending even more impulsive!

Most items in this phase had rigid demand, so there was no fear of them not selling. Coupled with prices far below market, they were easy to hand over.

The entire first phase surprisingly had no unsold items, which amazed the reporters witnessing the miracle, including Ferrari, who was left wide-eyed.

He had a feeling Lynch was soon going to be famous again, but this time not for bad things, for good things.

The second phase began; the first auction item immediately caused a sensation throughout the venue!

Initially, people hadn’t realized how crazy they’d be in a few minutes when the host introduced them to a house near the city center on a commercial street, a sunless apartment.

This type of house has a drawback: lack of sunlight—a continuous supply only for two hours from morning to late morning and from four to five-thirty in the afternoon.

It’s dark and possibly damp, but that’s not important; a three thousand two hundred dollar apartment—that was its last transaction price.

Everyone present wasn’t interested in this auction item. If they could casually come up with three thousand two hundred dollars, no, even just two thousand dollars, they wouldn’t be sitting here waiting for the event to end and collect a belt possibly worth only three to five dollars.

But when the presenter read the abandoned starting price for the house in a distortedly surprised voice, the entire hall quickly buzzed.

"One dollar!" The host waved the small card in his hand excitedly, although no one could see what was written on the card from afar. However, people could feel his emotion at this moment, "One dollar, friends, the starting price for the full ownership of this house is only one dollar!"

Before this, he introduced the base price auction procedure of the second phase, so no one would think they could buy this house for just one dollar, but that didn’t stop people from bursting with enthusiasm.

One after another stood up and called out prices—this is where Richard and the others played a role, saying they also had a microphone in hand. When those seated beside them began shouting prices, they could help shout out a voice heard throughout the hall.

The price started at one dollar and quickly multiplied over a thousand times—three thousand, four thousand, five thousand...

Until the price climbed just over ten thousand, the bidding slowed down.

But sometimes things are just like that, everyone realized there is huge "profit" in this. If you could buy this house for ten thousand dollars, not to mention selling it for three thousand two hundred dollars, it would surely sell for twenty thousand dollars, right?

This turnover means a profit of thousands of dollars. Most people sitting here have never encountered such a simple opportunity to gain wealth in their lifetimes, which made them unwilling to give up even though they tried their best.

Once they joined this game, they couldn’t stop.

At that moment, someone delivered a card to the hosting stage. The host glanced at the small card, looked at Lynch standing calmly in the distance, and reignited people’s passion.

He informed everyone present that Gaitenau Financial Company was willing to accept a mortgage loan with fifty percent valuation of this house’s final auction price.

If the final person calls out a price of twenty thousand dollars but only has ten thousand, they don’t need to worry at all. They could borrow ten thousand from Gaitenau Financial Company to pay the cost of this house.

After acquiring the house and selling it, they’d repay the loan and still pocket a bonus—it’s an irresistible temptation for many.

Sure enough, after pausing at twelve thousand plus dollars, the bids quickly climbed to twenty-four thousand plus, just a mere eight thousand dollars short of its top price.

Lynch’s face showed some smiles; trading in Sabin City’s second-hand real estate remained tepid; this wasn’t the prosperous economy of years past when everyone wanted to move into the city.

Trading volumes for houses in certain areas had seen huge declines. Of course, homes in some central locations continued appreciating.

The house traded for three thousand two hundred dollars; in actuality, Lynch paid only twenty-one thousand five hundred for it.

Just in this brief moment, he had already earned one thousand two hundred and fifty dollars. The other one thousand two hundred and fifty...

His gaze lingered on a young man named Wood at that moment.

Wood’s face was flushed as he was bidding for his client, who seemed intent on winning this house!

Looking at these vibrant young people, Old Lynch displayed an encouraging smile.

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