Ryan was slightly stunned: "Invitation, what are you going to do?"
"It’s just so charity auctions. In fact, most people go there to make connections. If they aren’t familiar with one another, they simply seize the opportunity to get to know each other better."
Yammir hurriedly explained, "Ryan, it might be a little boring for us young people, so it doesn’t matter if we just watch the auction for fun."
"Auction?" Ryan inquired, a note of interest in his voice.
"To be honest, I don’t know any of these people in this city, and I don’t want to get involved in any ssy conversations,"
Yammir countered, "If I go, I can buy as much as I want. I don’t care who I offend."
Ryan continued calmly, "I’ve never participated in this kind of auction. I’m afraid I might offend soone without even realizing it."
Then Ryan added, "I don’t understand the undercurrents, but I’ll buy it if I like it. And if there’s any trouble, I’ll have you handle it."
Yammir was montarily stunned before replying earnestly, "Of course—it’s a charity auction. Donate money, and it’s considered a good deed. Who would dare make things difficult for you?"
His mind nearly froze at that mont.
What level of young master was Ryan? Especially considering he had spent all the money on the car in cash.
Frankly speaking, such charity auctions were rely networking events—or even a ans for companies to avoid taxes.
Participating in them privately was almost unthinkable. Ryan didn’t care about any of the formalities, which was completely at odds with his previous thinking.
To Yammir, this modest rationale was utterly outrageous—and yet it excited him imnsely. It ant that when Ryan attended, regardless of what happened with other relationships or whether factions supported or undermined one another, none of it would concern him.
In Yammir’s eyes, only soone of an exceptionally high level could speak so humbly while still commanding such respect.
Ryan narrowed his eyes and asked, "How much is that motorcycle?"
At a glance, it was a scooter that didn’t look particularly cool and even appeared a bit odd—it resembled a small electric scooter used for food delivery, though slightly larger.
"Mr. Ryan is interested in this," Yammir observed, his eyes lighting up.
He imdiately introduced, "This is the City Series launched by BMW—the CE04. It’s relatively unpopular at the mont. In fact, this should be the only one available."
"With the land tax and a premium license plate included, the price is 150,000 dollars—a suitable vehicle for leisurely travel," he continued.
Yammir added straightforwardly, "Brother, I won’t hide anything from you. I’ve had this car for over a year now. If you like it, I can offer you a significant discount."
He explained that the car had been reserved by a rich second-generation man he knew. That man had paid a deposit of 20,000 dollars, but he had an accident before the car even arrived. Yammir had promptly returned the deposit, and the car had ended up stuck with him because it was too unpopular to sell.
Ryan replied, "No need for discounts. The license plate is already in place, so I can drive it away imdiately, which is far more convenient. Just have the technicians take care of it now."
Ryan’s card still hadn’t been returned when Yana, ever perceptive, took out her bank card and smiled, "Brother Ryan, then use my card. If anyone asks, just say I gave it to you."
Dead green tea—she really does have a keen eye...
anwhile, Lyla cursed inwardly and pouted in confusion; she knew she could never co up with 150,000 dollars.
Ryan smiled and nodded, and Yana, clearly flattered, rushed off to swipe the card.
After a satisfying al and a few drinks, the group remained on the second floor a while longer to complete so formal procedures. Although not complicated, the paperwork was very proper.
Afterwards, Ryan took a taxi to school. The taxi driver looked as if he’d seen a ghost; when Ryan glanced in the rearview mirror, he felt as though he were hallucinating.
In the back seat, Ryan—whom others considered not particularly handso—sat in the middle. On either side of him, two beauties as stunning as movie stars clung to his arms and leaned on his shoulders, their expressions brimming with affection and intoxication.
They chatted and laughed in perfect unison, paying no heed to Ryan’s hands caressing their smooth, tender thighs.
Ryan clearly had the best of both worlds... The observer couldn’t help but wonder, "How on earth am I any worse than him? How does he do it?"
The key point was that Ryan didn’t even appear to be a rich man, yet these two beauties were dressed in designer labels and carried LV bags. The observer silently pleaded in his mind, "Big brother, please give a tutorial—I’d learn it on my knees..."
A notification then chid: "Ding... Bound object: Lyla – Favorability: 94."
Looking at the data, Ryan was a little puzzled. How could the favorability be so close to success?
He thought it must have sothing to do with his own fickleness. Last ti it had been Talia, and this ti it was Yana.
No matter how much a girl compromised, she would inevitably harbor so grievances. Ultimately, though, it all ca down to the fact that he hadn’t spent enough money.
Ryan picked up his phone and asked in the full-level boss group, "Brothers, does anyone know if there are any good villas for sale in Brisbane?"
ssages quickly began to flood in:
"Poor Guy appears..."
"Poor Guy, please give dinner."
"Poor Guy, you know how much I love you when I need a bottle of iced cola on a hot sumr day."
Ryan burst out laughing and imdiately sent a gift of 20 dollars to five people in the group.
Noticing that Lyla still wore the sa puzzled expression she had at the beginning, Yana smiled and explained, "These are the people in Ryan’s real circle—just like the young master Yammir you t earlier, who’s also a mber."
"Only poor people try so hard to flaunt their wealth. These genuine second-generation rich are all idiots," soone added.
The gift disappeared in an instant, and then a series of ssages appeared that left Lyla utterly stunned:
"Thanks to Poor Guy for the 2.36 dollar reward. I now have dinner for today..."
"Thank you for the iced cola, Poor Guy. Co sleep with tonight—my blowjob skills have improved..."
"I kneel in the snow to thank Poor Guy for the 5.27 dollars he gave . My family now has enough for a week’s living expenses. Brother Ryan is so kind..."
"The kindness of a benefactor who provided with food is like that of a second parent. Brother Ryan, please let be on top next ti; I have great stamina..."
Lyla felt as though her entire worldview had been shattered. Were these rich people really so entertaining?
If they were all on the sa level as Master Yammir, then, quite frankly, each one was the dream object of every girl at the school.
One could even make the obscene assumption that everyone here possessed the financial ans Lyla considered sufficient for a sexual encounter.
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