Chapter 30-Part 2

In his mind, Lan Yin calculated that if they were indeed divine doctors, it would be perfect. If the divine doctors were interested in something, the Lan family could purchase it and then resell it to the divine doctors, repairing and improving their relationship.

Thinking about this, Lan Yin couldn’t help but sigh. He clearly knew the divine doctor earlier than Zhao Min, so how did it end up in this situation?

Initially, when the divine doctor called him to sell the formula, Lan Yin was thrilled.

With the formula, the Lan family could produce their own ointment, eliminating the need to go to the Qi family for medicine or struggle to buy the divine doctor’s products on the Star Network.

With this idea in mind, Lan Yin expressed his desire to purchase the hemostatic ointment formula after a simple communication with the divine doctor and then hung up.

That was the beginning of the tragedy.

Lan Yin never dreamt that with the formula, the ointment made by the divine doctor would have a different effect than the one produced by the family’s pharmacist.

After making several batches of ointment, the results were good, but they couldn’t match those purchased before. Lan Yin finally realized that there was a gap between the divine doctor and ordinary people.

Helpless, he had to contact the divine doctor again.

Dialing back using the contact list, no response; leaving messages on the Star Network, no reply.

When Lan Yin heard about Zhao Min opening a new store and offering high-quality hemostatic ointment, he instantly understood. Zhao Min was probably in agreement with the divine doctor, and they were collaborating, with the divine doctor supplying ointments exclusively to Zhao Min.

Lan Yin couldn’t help but feel envy and resentment.

He could guess Zhao Min’s promise—nothing more than causing trouble for the Qi family to gain the favor of the divine doctor.

For this reason, he called Zhao Min to complain, only to be retorted by Zhao Min.

“You’re not like me. You have the Lan family behind you. The Lan family is both your support and your burden. Your future is destined to be as the head of the Lan family. Before making any decisions, you need to consider the feelings of a large family. Do you dare to confront the Qi family directly?”

“I’m different. I’m destined to leave the Zhao family. I can take advantage of the old man’s discord with the Qi family, play some tricks on the Qi family, and win the favor of the old man and the divine doctor.”

“When you have nothing to lose, you’re not afraid of taking risks. I originally had nothing, so I can afford to lose.”

“Lan Yin, in terms of courage, you’re not as good as me.”

Unable to complain and instead getting ridiculed, Lan Yin felt frustrated and wanted to punch someone.

The most crucial part was that Zhao Min was speaking the truth, and he couldn’t argue against it. This fact made him even more unhappy.

Lan Yin immediately threw away the contact list.

But despite hanging up the phone, he still needed to contact the divine doctor. Unfortunately, the elusive divine doctor couldn’t be found.

Now, seeing someone who was very likely the divine doctor, Lan Yin made up his mind to please the divine doctor.

Lan Yuan looked around and, after observing for a while, whispered, “Brother, the annoying ghost isn’t here.”

Annoying Ghost was Lan Yuan’s nickname for Zhao Min because Zhao Min always teased him about being a silly, chubby guy. So Lan Yuan decided to retaliate by calling Zhao Min the annoying ghost.

“It seems like that table is indeed the people we are looking for,” Lan Yin said thoughtfully.

How could Zhao Min be absent from the auction hosted by the Yun family? The only explanation was that Zhao Min gave his invitation to the divine doctor as a favor.

If Zhao Min hadn’t left the Zhao family, he wouldn’t have received a separate invitation. The Yun family would only send one invitation to the Zhao family. Therefore, Zhao Min wouldn’t have a second invitation in his hands.

Lan Yin sighed inwardly. Zhao Min was indeed a cunning character.

The auction officially began.

A young man in a white suit walked to the stage, his smile warm and friendly. “Hello, everyone. I’m Yun Jiaqi. I will introduce various treasures for you. The rules are simple. After my introduction, you can use the light screens on your tables to bid. The highest bidder wins.”

“If no one bids within three minutes, the item will be withdrawn. If someone bids but there’s no competition for three minutes, the bid is successful.”

“Now, for the first item, we have high-quality hemostatic ointment provided by Zhao Pharmacy, in a total of five boxes. The starting bid is 3,000 credit points.”

Tang Xin watched as the host applied the ointment on the spot, her expression changing. Zhao Min was quite clever; putting her hemostatic ointment up for auction not only attracted money but also served as publicity for the store.

Suddenly, Yan Hao spoke, “Opening a store, buying land, and stocking goods—Zhao Min spent most of his money trying to achieve everything at once. He urgently needs to turn the finished products into cash to increase his available funds.”

Tang Xin tilted her head, observing Yan Hao. Did he eat something that upset his stomach? Why did he suddenly become so lively?

Yan Hao gazed at his master and slowly said, “Anything I decide to do, I will do it seriously.”

Initially, he just wanted to lead a stable life. But now, somehow, he didn’t want his master to think that he was inferior to Zhao Min.

Boasting. If she hadn’t accepted him, he might have ended up as a laborer in the Tang family for a lifetime.

Tang Xin pursed her lips, not believing it.

Tang Xin and her companion didn’t take the ointment seriously, but the atmosphere in the hall was heated.

Three thousand four hundred credits, four thousand credits—the price changed rapidly. In no time, the price skyrocketed to five thousand five hundred credits.

“Five thousand five hundred credits; the current bid is five thousand five hundred credits. Anyone else bidding?” Yun Jiaqi, while not outstanding in appearance, had a unique voice full of temptation in his words.

“Enough, maybe six thousand at most. Although Zhao Min has a per-person limit, the store sells each box for only six hundred credits. Doubling the price seems reasonable,” Tang Xin casually commented.

“Not necessarily,” Yan Hao objected. “The starting price is low; even if it triples or quadruples, it’s not a big deal for the people here. But if you get the item early for research, someone might be willing.”

Oh, he’s gotten bold, directly challenging her.

Tang Xin wasn’t angry; she was just anxiously looking at Yan Hao. Could it be that he ate something bad at Zhao Min’s place? After returning, he seemed off.

Yan Hao didn’t explain, quietly continuing to watch the bidding.

Sure enough, two minutes later, a new bid appeared on the screen: eight thousand credits, a sudden increase of two thousand five hundred.

Yan Hao glanced at his master, implying, “See, I wasn’t wrong, right?”

Tang Xin touched her nose, saying nothing.

She forgot that Zhao Min’s store had just opened, and most people on this planet hadn’t seen her hemostatic ointment. Even after it became popular, some might still be willing to pay a thousand credits for a box. So, when it first appeared, selling a box for three thousand credits might attract buyers interested in studying it.

On the other side, Lan Yin, seeing the eight-thousand-credit bid, could only helplessly give up.

The bid of five thousand five hundred credits was what he called out. Unexpectedly, someone else was still bidding.

Looking at the person’s boldness, raising the bid by two thousand five hundred credits in one go, it seemed like they were determined to win.

Indeed, those who came here likely weren’t short of money.

However, not lacking money didn’t mean being foolish. The host clearly stated that it was the ointment from Zhao Pharmacy, and in the future, they could directly buy it there. There is no need to fight head-on, risking bloodshed and a dagger’s edge.

Lan Yin knew this statement was correct, but he still felt bitter in his mouth.

Once, he had a chance to buy the ointment for three hundred credits, but he didn’t cherish it. Now, when he wanted to appreciate its value, he was here, competing with others to buy it for nearly three thousand credits per box.