Chapter 228
“Congratulations to Teacher Liu for winning room 201. Please come over to collect your room key after the auction!”
With a decisive hammer strike, Liu Woxing successfully secured room 201 for 5,001 yuan. Ignoring Qiu Chengye’s murderous glare, she nodded politely with a smile.
“Thank you.”
“Next, we’ll auction the second room on the second floor, 202. This room has a small balcony facing the sea, allowing you to enjoy the ocean view anytime. The starting bid for this room is — 1,500 yuan!”
Qiu Chengye immediately raised his paddle. “2,000!”
He then swept the room with a threatening glare, exuding the aura of a “Liancha tyrant.” It was clear how much he didn’t want a first-floor room.
But as it turned out, threats didn’t work on this group.
“Sorry, Mr. Qiu.”
Xu Shuangrong glanced at him apologetically, then raised her paddle. “2,500.”
Qiu Chengye glared at her and gritted his teeth. “3,000!”
Xu Shuangrong: “3,500.”
Qiu Chengye: “…4,000!”
Xu Shuangrong: “4,500.”
Veins popped on Qiu Chengye’s forehead. He closed his eyes, took several deep breaths, and when he opened them again, flames seemed to burn in his eyes as he shouted thunderously:
“5,000!!!”
[Wow, my mic just blew up!]
[Why are you shouting so loud?!]
[This is Z Country, who’s firing guns?]
[Old folks and kids, move first!]
[Brother Kitty must be going crazy, never been poor before, first time being this desperate, hahaha!]
[Only 5,001 yuan living allowance total, using 5,000 to buy a room… what about the rest?!]
[A ruthless person indeed.]
Qiu Chengye’s intensity was enough to intimidate Xu Shuangrong. Seeing his persistence, and unwilling to offend him, she stopped bidding.
“Then let’s give it to Mr. Qiu.”
Qiu Chengye finally showed a satisfied expression.
But then another voice rang out: “5,001.”
Another knockout bid.
Qiu Chengye’s relaxed expression instantly stiffened. He glared like a wild tiger toward the source of the voice. “Who!”
Yu Jinzhe’s hand trembled slightly as he raised his paddle. On his innocent face appeared a trace of fear.
“Mr. Qiu… I occasionally have claustrophobia, so I can’t stay in a first-floor room.”
“Pfft—”
Xie Mi almost sprayed her cocktail.
Yu Jinzhe has claustrophobia?
Then who in the original plan deliberately locked him in a small dark room with Xu Shuangrong?
Yu Jinzhe’s tactic clearly worked well with the online audience.
[Brother Kitty, why are you scaring a child!]
[This really makes me feel Qiu Chengye is overbearing, but Yu Jinzhe is such a good little kid.]
[Qiu Chengye is over the line!]
Qiu Chengye’s mouth twitched uncontrollably, feeling helpless for the first time — so angry but no outlet.
Yu Jinzhe’s statement wasn’t wrong, but somehow it made him feel uncomfortable.
“5,001 once! 5,001 twice! 5,001 three times! Sold! Congratulations to Teacher Yu for winning room 202. Please collect your key after the auction!”
Another gavel strike, and the second room on the second floor was sold.
Now only the last room on the second floor remained. Whoever failed to get it would be stuck on the first floor, making Qiu Chengye even more anxious.
“Next is the last room on the second floor, with the best soundproofing and 365-degree surround sound, allowing you to enjoy a concert-like experience anytime. The starting bid for this room is — 1,500!”
“5,001!” Qiu Chengye shouted almost immediately, putting in all his assets — the determination was clear.
But Xu Shuangrong smiled apologetically and raised her paddle: “Sorry, Mr. Qiu, I already gave way once, I can’t this time. I bid 5,002.”
Boom —
Another thunderous blow, and Qiu Chengye completely froze.
[This part really feels like Brother Kitty’s suffering!]
[Thought he was a group bully, turns out he’s being bullied.]
[Not sure, wait and see, it might get worse.]
As the bullet comments predicted, worse was coming.
When all second-floor rooms were sold and the two luxurious third-floor rooms went up for auction, Qiu Chengye still wanted to compete.
But he was facing two wealthy players with 10,000-yuan assets, leisurely sipping wine and watching the show from their seats.
Before he could start bidding, the big players had already sealed his fate.
“5,001.”
This humiliating number for Qiu Chengye appeared multiple times during the auction.
In the end, Xie Mi and Shen Moqing each secured rooms 301 and 302 for 5,001 yuan.
At that moment, Qiu Chengye finally lost it, grabbing the edge of the table and trying to flip it!
It didn’t move — it was a long table.
Everyone stared at him like he was insane.
Qiu Chengye: “……”
He sat down.
His cowardly and opportunistic nature had reached its peak.
Thus, Qiu Chengye, Xiao Jingxi, and Lai Bingxuan were assigned rooms 101, 102, and 103 — earning the title “The Three Prisoners on the First Floor.”
“The keys have been distributed. Next is free time. Please take care of your own dinner!”
Director Niu left after speaking, and the staff gradually cleaned up the auction materials.
It was hot summer, and Xiao Jingxi had been sitting so long without drinking water that he was parched.
Seeing the leftover fruit platters on the table, he tried to take a piece, but a quick hand whisked it away.
Xie Mi grinned, “I’ll pack the leftover fruit to take with me.”
Xiao Jingxi: “?”
He reached for another platter, only for it to be taken again.
“Sorry.”
Shen Moqing’s lips curved lazily. “I’m packing it too.”
Xiao Jingxi: “???”
One tall, one short, both carried the platters back to their rooms, leaving Xiao Jingxi alone and dejected.
He almost lost it, clutching his chest and gasping wildly.
[Hahahahahahaha]
[You two are killing him mentally!]
[So cruel hahaha]
The hashtag #Xiao Jingxi Steals Fruit Platter quickly trended online.
Everyone returned to their rooms to unpack. Xie Mi, in room 301, nearly cried from joy.
The room was so large that she needed ten sliding movements just to cover it. Beyond that, every facility imaginable was available — at least five times more luxurious than last season.
She began exploring the room in full, jumping around like a monkey, almost swinging on imaginary vines.
Until she finally got tired and turned around — the door wasn’t closed.
Shen Moqing, leaning lazily by the doorway, smiled, the light in his eyes quivering slightly.
“Teacher Xie, are you parkouring in the room?”
