Chapter 127 That’s it?

Mu Huan glanced at the male model behind Mama Sang with disgust, "That's it?"

She raised her head and relaxed her uncomfortable shoulders and neck, as if she had just finished working overtime and was very tired. Then she reached out and took out a pigeon egg from her handbag and threw it to Mama-san:

"The best box, call me all your best 'blue-faced confidants'."

Mama Sang is a natural expert in jewelry appraisal. She can tell whether something is genuine or not as soon as she looks at it and weighs it again.

"Don't worry!" Mama Sang held the pigeon egg worth at least a million, her old face with heavy makeup suddenly burst into laughter, "I guarantee your satisfaction, my diamond goddess."

Mama Sang winked at the male models, and the male models walked away wisely. Mama Sang quickly led Mu Huan, "If you take action, you must have a mine at home, right?"

Mu Huan twitched the corner of his mouth, as if Mamasang asked a stupid question, "Which mine are you asking about?"

When Momosang heard that her family was so rich, she smiled even more attentively, "Please, please lift your feet carefully before entering the elevator..."

In the private room, Mamasang stayed in person to entertain Mu Huan with tea and water:

"Diamond Goddess, please take a sip of tea to relieve your fatigue. The snacks will be here soon. You won't be disappointed by the safekeeping..."

"Hmm." Mu Huan snorted softly from her nose, leaned back lazily on the leather sofa, lazily stretched out her hand to take the tea, put it under her nose and smelled it, "The tea is okay, it costs 800,000 kilograms

Bar."

Upon hearing this, Mama Sang called out to the expert, "Isn't that right? We have the most expensive tea here, and we only entertain distinguished guests like you——"

Mu Huan put the delicate tea cup on the table, "I don't like Taiwanese products, give me Huangshan Maofeng instead."

Mamasang's expression froze and she immediately sent someone to buy it.

On the tenth floor, there is a presidential suite designed for the big boss to rest.

Feng Tingbei's tall and slender figure stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. He crossed his arms across his chest, raised an index finger, and tapped his arms rhythmically.

There were three knocks on the door, and then Gao Ke pushed the door open and entered.

He shook his head at Feng Tingbei: "Young Master, all the employees' belongings and the apartments where they live have been searched. No human skin masks were found. The person named Brother Ru was not found either."

Mu Huan told him before that human skin masks had appeared in the "Underworld Market" and asked him to follow this clue to investigate.

Only after he sent someone to investigate did he realize how strict the rules of the "Underworld Market" were.

The information of buyers and sellers is absolutely confidential, and outsiders can only find out the items and amounts of transactions.

So he only found out that the most recent transaction of human skin masks occurred three months ago. There were quite a few of them, dozens of them. But there was no clue as to which buyer had bought them.

He had no choice but to submit application documents to the "Underworld Market" and pay a huge deposit in order to enter the Underworld Market to purchase human skin masks when the market opens next time.

But the next market opening will be in a month, and even if his information passes the review, there is no guarantee that he will be able to buy it.

Because the principle of the underworld is freedom of buying and selling.

The clue to the underworld is equivalent to being stranded.

If the hospital hadn't called him today, saying that the human skin mask Yin Shumo was wearing was damaged and he needed to buy a new one. He wouldn't have known that there were people in the Red and Blue Club selling human skin masks to make money!

This red and blue club is under the name of a wealthy businessman, but the real big boss behind the scenes is the Feng family.

Currently, Feng Tingbei's third uncle is managing the club. Feng Tingbei has always only looked at the performance and never comes here, nor does he ask about specific business matters.

"Young Master, do you want to ask Miss Yin again, or invite Third Master to come over?" Gao Ke suggested.

After finally getting a clue, he didn't want to give it up so easily.


Chapter completed!