The days of being favored by paranoid gods

The venue is like walking under the vast starry sky.

The venue here is like an anti-world, the ceiling is a black night sky, and the feet are paved with jade-like bricks. The translucent texture reminds people of high-quality suet jade, which can be felt through boots Feel warm and smooth.

In addition, dozens of vents are in the corners of the venue, in the form of golden toads holding laurel branches in their mouths to continuously circulate air into the interior. Perhaps because it is underground, the humidity of the venue is much higher than outside. Ling Yang could feel the damp air through the mask.

The two walked into the crowd hand in hand. Bai Lingyang made a rough calculation. The opening time of the exhibition written on the invitation letter was twelve o'clock. Now it is eleven forty-five minutes, and there are still 45 minutes left.

The number of people in the venue is about 100 people. Judging from the current calculation that there are hundreds of people in a meeting, it is really a lot less.

Some people came earlier than them, and they had already chatted together in a group. The venue of the Treasure Appreciation Conference was not like an ordinary auction venue. There was a difference between individual seats and private rooms, and there was only this floor.

An underground canal shuttles through the jade, reflecting the artificial stars on the ceiling. Next to the underground canal is a small elegant pavilion every five steps. It is built in an ancient Chinese pavilion. There are a lot of mahogany, with round stools forming a circle in turn, and a large round table with a dark groove in the middle, obviously for placing auction and exhibition items.

The group of people had already walked across the culvert and walked into the small pavilion, talking loudly through a mask. Bai Lingyang and Chi Zeyuan found a secluded place and sat in a small pavilion. This small table, if you look at it with the naked eye, the things hidden under the table should be small, otherwise it will be difficult to lift up.

All the waiters shuttled around the venue carrying high-end red wine, and there were tea girls in classical cheongsams serving in each kiosk. In a word, it was luxurious with Chinese aesthetics.

The people behind the meeting probably didn't have hundreds of years of heavy wealth accumulation, so they couldn't make this kind of thing. Chi Zeyuan took out a booklet from under the round stool, and the first few words on it surprised him a bit.

'Respected Mr. Chi Zeyuan welcomes you. '

Looking at these few words, a strange word suddenly appeared in Chi Zeyuan's heart.

Hongmen Banquet.