Quick Travel: Cannon fodder, she is beautiful, Lu Ziye

Although he didn't know why, the owner of the club looked flattered: "Mr. Jiang is so polite."

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The magnificent auction house uses white marble, which is smooth and discernible.

Islamic geometric patterns are painted on the surrounding gorgeous walls, and the sparkling and clear light falls down freely, shining exceptionally brightly.

The renovation of this club is extremely ostentatious, and there are too strict class checks and balances, but fortunately, the ability is enough to match it.

——This was Mu Yutong’s expectation for this club before he returned to China.

"I came here just for the euros series of jewelry crowns, and now you come to tell me that you have been betrothed?"

Throwing the list in his hand back on the tea table, Mu Yutong's eyes widened. Why did he dislike the waiter in front of him now?

She finally managed to escape, but why hasn't anything made her happy recently?

Behind the waiter came many exquisite desserts, which were placed on the tea table one by one.

"I'm sorry, Miss Mu, but a distinguished guest came to the club today, so I made a full payment."

As soon as he finished speaking, the waiter carrying the dinner plate quickly put down the things.

"In order to compensate, the club specially asked the chef to make a few desserts, as well as unsold exhibits of the new 'Wild Rose' series produced by Pros to apologize to Miss Mu."

The little sister who accompanied Mu Yutong today, her eyes lit up just listening to it.

He reached out and plucked the turquoise gemstone inlaid on the necklace. It was crystal clear, a very pure and flattering color.

Mu Yutong didn't even bother to look at it. Seeing her happy expression, he said with disdain, "You like it? I'll give it to you if you like."

"Who said I liked it?" He felt that he had lost face and slowly withdrew his hand with an angry look, "I just looked at it a few more times out of curiosity."

The waiter who was watching quietly asked hesitantly: "What about Miss Mu?"

"Who is the distinguished guest here today?" Mu Yutong frowned, "Is his surname Su?"

I heard that the old man of the Su family loved antiques and the like. Mu Yutong couldn't think of anyone else with such ability and financial resources.

The most strict-tongued waiter just smiled and remained polite: "I'm sorry, Miss Mu, but I can't tell you about the guests' privacy issues."

Mu Yutong pouted.

Forget it, even if it was really the old man of the Su family, it wouldn't bother her.

"There's nothing wrong with you here."

The waiter bent slightly and immediately led the person out of the box.

On the first floor, there was a lot of people drinking and chatting happily, which kicked off tonight's auction.

The sound of joy completely covered up the shouts of Ziro being beaten.

"This next piece of art is the last painting left by Mr. Shiraishi. It depicts a landscape with gurgling mountains and rising smoke."

"According to the expert appraisal of the club, the anti-counterfeiting rate reaches 98%. The starting price is 500 million, and each bid should not be less than [-]."

As the auctioneer made his final decision, the people below who were ready to move had already raised their signs.

"510 million!"

"520 million!"

"530 million!"

"..."

The bidding sounds came from all directions, and the auctioneers with first-class professional ability listened accurately.

"clang!"

As the dull hammer dropped in one fell swoop, the auctioneer set the price for the first time: "Mr. Shen bid 830 million. Is there any higher price than this?"

Mr. Shen, who was sitting firmly in the front row, felt the gazes on him from all over, feeling proud and determined to win.

Out of professionalism, the auctioneer enthusiastically introduced again: "This landscape painting by Mr. Shiraishi highlights the softness of nature and at the same time uniformly and paradoxically lists the beasts in the mountains."

In cooperation with the auctioneer, the operator of the club projected a partial picture of the scroll on the projection screen behind him to enlarge it.

After waiting for ten seconds without anyone raising a placard, the auctioneer set the price for the second time: "830 million for the second time."

Mr. Shen, who was determined to win, even asked his assistant to put down his cards.

"830 million—"

The box on the second floor, which had been silent for a long time, raised a sign for the first time.

A short-haired man in a black suit walked out of the box, holding a sign with 2 in his hand, and said in a loud voice: "1000 million."

All the sounds in the entire club suddenly stopped.

The proud Mr. Shen swallowed the words on his lips. From a distance, Mr. Shen did not recognize the man who came out of the box on the second floor.

But he knew whose box it belonged to.

The Su family in the capital, the old man of the Su family.

Mr. Shen cannot afford to offend this person.

Almost by default, this Tibetan painting was handed over to Mr. Su.

Suddenly, the manager of the club hurriedly walked up from the side of the stage and said something in the auctioneer's ear.

The next second, the auctioneer's eyes widened in shock.

I even doubted whether I was hallucinating.

He hit the hammer again for the third time, and the rising tone in his voice was also filled with disbelief: "Due to some personal reasons of the seller of this collection of paintings, this collection of paintings is being re-auctioned!"

The words shocked everyone, and the noise in the entire venue almost broke the roof.

In the private room, the old man who was over seventy years old was in high spirits and had a dark spot.

Heizi took the lead and seized many opportunities.

Jiang Yu, who was playing chess with the old man, rubbed the round white piece in his hand and slowly placed it in the circle surrounded by black pieces.

At this moment, Mr. Su's eyes lit up.

"Strange."

The white stones seemed to be surrounded. After Jiang Yu's last stone fell, all the four white stones in the upper left corner were saved, creating a huge hole in the tightly surrounded black stones.

The white piece that seemed useless in the previous rounds also came back to life in these rounds, making a smart calculation.

Mr. Su held the black pieces and pondered for a moment, then put the black pieces back into the chess box and looked at Jiang Yu with an increasingly kind look.

"I, the old man, lost."

Jiang Yu smiled slightly: "It's my luck that I won a son."

"Stop being so humble."

Taking the warm tea next to him, Mr. Su smiled and took a sip.

The man in charge of the auction next to Mr. Su trotted in from outside the box and muttered something to the old man's side.

Putting down the teacup in his hand again, Mr. Su, who had experienced so many storms, was the first to hear that a seller could break the contract before the auction was about to be completed.

"Go and find out who the seller of this collection of paintings is."

The man hurriedly agreed, hesitated for a moment and then asked: "Old man, do you still want to take pictures of this Tibetan painting?"

"Shoot," Mr. Su replied calmly, "regardless of the price."

On one side of the chessboard, Jiang Yu silently cleaned up the black and white chess pieces and put them back into the chess box.

Hearing this, he raised his eyes and looked at Mr. Su, looking gentle and polite: "Uncle Sub, should Heizi go first?"