I'm not a theatre god

"Sir Envoy, we have prepared what you ordered."

At the entrance of the auction venue, Gu Kaixian stood in front of a cart filled with black boxes and spoke respectfully:

"The last five treasures have been auctioned for a total of 25 million. Counting your previous banknotes, the total is 220 million. All of them have been packed and collected for you."

Twenty-five million... Although this price is not high, it is within Chen Ling's expectation.

The cash reserves of the five major consortiums have been drained by him long ago, and the Beidou Consortium also has a "coupon" given by itself. It is already good that only those lower-level consortiums can bid to this extent.

"Which consortium bought it?"

"The ones with the higher bids were the Beidou Consortium and the Huang Consortium. However, the Beidou Consortium itself had a discount, so in the end it was the Huang Consortium that sold the highest price." Gu Kaixian seemed to have remembered something.

"Yesterday, the daughter of Huang's consortium came to see you and said she wanted to buy the small piece of gold you had... However, all of them were sold out. After I told her, she finally paid 7.5 million. , I took a picture of the last treasure I sent for auction, saying that I had an agreement with you.”

Hearing this, Chen Ling finally remembered that when he went to the city before, the girl from the Huang family said that she wanted to buy a small piece of gold from him, but after going to the city to auction, he forgot about it. ...Although he still had a few pieces of gold left over from the secret auction, they could not be sold. However, Chen Ling did not expect that in order to fulfill the agreement, the other party paid more than 7 million directly and took away the final piece. A big treasure...

More than seven million is not a small number for a non-top consortium, but the other party knew that he was about to leave and had no chance to get any benefits, but he still spent such a large amount to fulfill the agreement when he entered the city and let Chen Ling was a little surprised.

Thinking that when he entered the city, he cheated the other party of hundreds of thousands, Chen Ling suddenly felt a little regretful... He thought for a moment, took out a note from his arms, quickly wrote something down, folded it and handed it to Gu Kaixian.

"Help me transfer this thing to the Huang Consortium...just treat it as a gift."

Gu Kaixian was slightly startled, but he put the note away and nodded: "Special envoy, please don't worry, I will definitely deliver it."

Chen Ling counted the number of boxes and found that there were no missing boxes. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, a short figure landed lightly from a distance. He raised his hands on tiptoes and made a "perfect landing" gesture.

Chen Ling followed the clown when she saw it, and suddenly became confused:

"Where were you just now?"

Of course, Chen Ling is not worried about Harlequin's strength. No one in the entire main city of Hongchen can threaten him. However, when 9 of Hearts and Jian Changsheng were acting just now, he didn't seem to see Harlequin involved, but judging from the direction in which he was flying, , over there at the manor again... So what happened during the missing time?

"Bah, bah, bah!" The clown danced and gestured for a long time, but Chen Ling didn't understand what he meant.

"...Forget it, the mission has been completed anyway."

Chen Ling dragged the cart full of silver notes with one hand and patted the Harlequin on the shoulder with the other. Her eyes under the golden mask were staring in the direction of the gate of the main city of Red Dust...

"Fifth Senior Brother, it's time for us to go home."

With sales of a total of 220 million, plus helping the Dusk Club lay the foundation in the main city of the world, Chen Ling's downhill experience has been completed, and the performance of the Golden Society's special envoy has come to an end.

The clown blinked and raised his hands excitedly: "Hey!!"

…

Huadu Consortium.

As the sun sets towards the west, the light becomes dim visible to the naked eye, and under a sky as deep blue as the bottom of the sea, the devastated manor is lifeless.

"Chairman... our people were completely lost." A bodyguard stepped forward and said cautiously, "The last time they appeared, they seemed to be near the Beidou Consortium."

In the corridor, Zong Wen was overlooking the unrecognizable garden below, his hands clenched tightly, and the cold light in his eyes flashed crazily.

"Mu Chunsheng... do you really think that our Huadu Consortium is made of clay?!"

"There is one more thing about the Beidou Consortium..."

"explain."

"Today's events have been published in the evening newspaper by the Beidou Consortium. Now the public opinion outside is very unfavorable to us. In addition, the Beidou Consortium has blocked all aspects of our affairs. Many of its artists have begun to make small moves..."

The bodyguard paused and continued, "Privately, they all feel... that the Huadu Consortium can't hold on for long."

"Shit!!!"

This sentence completely ignited Zong Wen's anger. The gray-haired old man was furious!

"That's all fucking bullshit! I won't lose! Those artists just want to take this opportunity to get rid of my control... Don't forget it! Without me, Zongwen, how could they be where they are today?!"

Zongwen's eyes were red, and the ceramic teacup in his hand was smashed to the ground with force. After a crisp sound, the fine fragments scattered in all directions, and the entire corridor fell into deathly silence.

Zong Wen looked at the fragments on the ground angrily, then moved his eyes slightly and saw Liu Qingyan standing behind him in a black dress, his eyes narrowed slightly...

He stepped over the debris on the floor, grabbed Liu Qingyan's white neck, and pressed her against the wall!

"You! You loser, why can't you keep a special envoy?!"

Liu Qingyan's hair was shaken and scattered on her shoulders, covering her face dimly. She did not resist, her eyes calmly looked at Zong Wen's angry red eyes, and she remained silent.

"You also want to get rid of my control, right!? You want to please the special envoy, but they don't accept your favor at all..."

"Do you also think I'm going to lose?! Do you also want to take the opportunity to escape?!"

Zong Wen vented his anger wantonly on this girl. He glared at that beautiful face and her eyes as quiet as autumn water. After cursing several times, he finally relaxed a little.

He took a deep breath and let go of Liu Qingyan's neck, leaving a red palm print on her fair neck.

Zong Wen narrowed his eyes and looked at Liu Qingyan. After a moment, he slowly asked the bodyguard beside him:

"Where's the envoy?"

"He's already out of town."

Zong Wen nodded slightly, held Liu Qingyan's chin with one hand, and said coldly and unquestionably: "...Go to my room."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the private room at the end of the corridor, as if he had a fire in his heart and wanted to find a place to vent his madness.

Liu Qingyan stood among the debris on the ground, slowly turning her head to look at Zong Wen's leaving figure, a cold light flashed in her eyes.

She took a deep look at the direction Chen Ling was leaving, and as if she had made up her mind, she lightly lifted the hem of her black skirt and walked toward the room quietly like a ghost...