So, the auctioneer lost his confidence. He felt that this item would probably go unsold.

"One hundred thousand gold coins? What's inside?" someone began to ask. After all, it's hard to make up your mind to buy a box when nothing about it is revealed.

"We don't know exactly what's inside either. All we can say is, if you're willing to take a risk, you can buy it—maybe there's something inside worth more than a hundred thousand gold coins. But if not, our auction house bears no responsibility." The auctioneer said, reminding his guests not to take risks lightly. Of course, the most important part was that last sentence: if you make a bad purchase, the auction house is not responsible.

Some people might not understand why such a format exists. In fact, this is just one of the rules, but it's rarely used, since hardly anyone is willing to take such a risk.

At the same time, the more complete the information about the item, the more bidders there will be, so item-blind auctions are rare, while price-blind auctions happen more often.

Of course, there are still some people who, for special purposes, choose to auction items blindly. But more or less, they will reveal a little information about the item, and this information absolutely cannot be fabricated. When the auction house handles the transaction later, this will always be verified.

It's just that this item was too unusual—nothing was said about it, and the starting price was directly set at one hundred thousand gold coins. Not to mention the format, just the starting price of one hundred thousand gold coins was rarely seen. At this level, the items are basically national treasures.

This situation made people curious, but also made them take a wait-and-see attitude...

At this moment, when everyone present—including the auctioneer—thought the item would go unsold, a voice rang out. It was surprising, yet also seemed perfectly reasonable.

If it were anyone else, people would be surprised. But if it was this person, everyone felt it was completely normal. Among those present, only this person would buy such a baffling box.

Because this person was a complete spendthrift, someone who lived solely to squander money. This person was none other than our Little Jason.

"One hundred thousand!"

Chapter 13: The Professional Spendthrift

The whole room fell silent. No one raised the bid, unless someone wanted to deliberately offend him, or truly knew the contents were valuable.

After a moment of daze, the auctioneer immediately said, "One hundred thousand! Jason York has bid one hundred thousand. Any higher offers? One hundred thousand, going once..."

Very quickly, the auctioneer finished the count, unusually fast compared to the normal auction pace, where each call would drag on for several minutes.

This was perfectly normal, since everyone knew that, apart from Jason York the spendthrift, it would be hard to find a second bidder. There was simply no competition.

And that was exactly the case. Everyone was curious and wanted to know what was inside, all craning their necks in anticipation. But they were disappointed—after paying, Little Jason hurriedly ran off.

He left in such a rush—could it be that the item inside was a treasure? Was that why the spendthrift ran off so quickly? Many people wondered, but if they heard the following conversation, they would understand that this was not the case at all.

"To the Ye residence, please!" After stopping a rental carriage, Tina looked at the box in her hand and asked, "Young master, do you know what's inside?"

Although she sensed that the answer might leave her helpless, she couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

"I don't know." Sure enough, Little Spender shook his head in reply.

"...You don't know, and you still bid one hundred thousand?" Tina shook her head helplessly, then put the item into her spatial pouch.

To be fair, Little Spender also had a pretty good spatial ring, but his ring was practically empty, with almost nothing inside, because basically all his things were managed by Tina.

There was a reason for this. He bought things without caring whether he could use them, and he wasn't clear about their usefulness either. Tina, on the other hand, even if she didn't know, would figure it out, and only by keeping things with her could their usefulness be realized.

Another point: actually, having things with Tina or with Little Spender was the same, since the two of them were inseparable—a perfect pair. Uh, correction, a master and servant pair.

"This is what it means to be a professional spendthrift. Other people at least pick things they like or that have value. I'm different from them. I don't care whether I like it or not, or whether it has value. If I want to squander, I squander. If I want to splurge, I splurge." Little Spender said very seriously, with a hint of disdain in his tone, as if looking down on those so-called spendthrifts.

"Sigh... I knew you'd say that. Why is it that every time it comes to this, what you say is always a little different? Were you born just to squander money?" Tina was even more exasperated, and at the same time, she found it strange that her young master was slow on everything else and a bit incoherent when he spoke.

But every time it came to squandering money, he seemed perfectly clear-headed—except all his logic was the kind that made people want to roll their eyes.