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Chapter 218 Name Hair Becomes Mane, This Hair Is Not Another Hair

Wu Fan suddenly shouted loudly, there was nothing inside.

Everyone's eyes were once again focused on this glass cover.

But Murong Jian didn't agree, without any panic, maintained the style of a humble gentleman, and walked towards Wu Fan.

Murong Jian thought that it was normal for such a small piece of hair to be unable to see clearly, and the hair was put in by himself. How could it be lost under 24-hour monitoring?

But it's good, I happened to get in touch with this superb beauty on this grounds.

Murong Jian picked up the high-power enlargement glass, saw a hair, and said with a smile:

"Miss Fu'an, look, isn't this good here? It's red-brown, such a big one."

At the same time, a long brown mane is also displayed on the large screen.

"Ah! what?"

This time, Murong Jian, who was as stable as Mount Tai, shouted.

What's going on?

Why did such a small piece of hair turn into such a long mane?

The entire large screen directly shows a long brown mane.

"Hold the grass, is this Einstein's hair? It's long and thick, and the color is brown."

"It seems like a ponytail hair."

"Is this clearly the mane of a wild beast?"

"Damn, the Murong family in Zhonglu is really a profiteer. I found an expert to identify the mane of a wild beast and became Einstein's hair..."

"In ancient times, there was a deer that was used as a horse, and now there was a hair that was used as a hair, which really subverted the baby's three views..."

The people in the private room and the people below all started to talk about it.

Murong Shin held a high-powered enlargement glass and tried hard to find the short piece of hair, white.

After searching for a long time, I couldn't find it.

Murong Shin, who was furious, fell off his magnifying glass and rushed to the crystal box.

No, no, impossible, it was what I put in myself last night. How could it be transferred?

Murong Jian picked up the red cloth in the crystal box.

I looked carefully and carefully five or six times, but found nothing, only the thick and long brown animal hair.

Murong Jian was a little crazy. This was not a matter of RMB 100 million, but was related to the credibility of the Murong family.

The first public welfare activity since the Dragon Clan was deployed, and the first item auctioned was a fake. This matter was posted online by adding fuel to the news reporters, and the nature was different.

The rhythm of being messed up is that if it is really smashed, the image of the Murong family will be irreversible, and the plan to plan to deploy the dragon clan may be put on hold again.

Murong Jian took two deep breaths, calmed down, and his face returned to normal.

After all, he is the eldest son of the Murong family. He has experienced many strong storms and waves, and has also passed several similar scenes.

Murong Jian tidied up his clothes, maintained his graceful demeanor, picked up the microphone gracefully, and said calmly:

"I'm really sorry, this may be the negligence of the staff. In any case, this is my fault. In order to make up for this mistake, our Murong family will use two pieces of Einstein's broken hair as compensation afterwards, buy one and get one free, and never lose trust. The whole world will have a notarization of the Dragon Clan Royal Notary Office. This Miss Fu'an doesn't have to worry. When you are sure to get those two hairs, pay and the auction will continue."

After Murong suggested some remarks, the people below stopped talking.

What Murong Jian said makes sense, it is hard to understand the wind and rain, and his ability to solve crises is first-class, and he deserves to be the heir to the Murong family of Zhonglu.

What surprised Wu Fan the most was that Murong Jian did not say that his hair was stolen or was transferred to the bag. This was his cruelty. Mount Tai collapsed before his eyes remained unchanged.

"Hmph, I'm no longer in the mood and don't buy it. You can keep the mane of this beast and then cut 500 pieces. After auctioning a few times, come out to show it. It's really outrageous. I hope that the few auction items in the future are genuine, don't make fakes to fool the dragon clan. And I hope that Mr. Murong will truly help the dragon clan with a public welfare heart, rather than putting profit first."

After Wu Fan finished speaking, after five or six seconds of quiet off the court, thunderous applause rang out.

This seemingly nonsensical and super funny, very white and rich, actually hit the pain points of the Murong family in such an understatement. It is indeed extraordinary.

The woman who claimed to be Su Yi in the sa box nodded slightly and said the word "Okay".

Then he turned around and ordered:

"Master Yuan, please check this woman for me. After the auction is over, I will meet her."

After Wu Fan's words, Murong Jian was very embarrassed.

"Don't worry, the fellows and elders of the Dragon Clan are worried that even if this hair cannot be found, the Murong family has released this 100 million yuan soft sister coins. We are sincere in charity. 1,000 years ago, a branch of the Murong family went to Zhonglu. Although it is developing well now, this is our root. It has always been the wish of our ancestors. There is no doubt that I will transfer 100 million yuan to the foundation to express the family's charity heart."

Murong Jian confessed his true feelings like a heart-warming confession, and the people on the field were quiet.

"Don't delay anything. Take out anything else quickly. After the auction is over, everyone has to go back to work, strive to perform well and be a new person. People's eyes are bright. As long as you do the right thing steadily, it is better than sensationalism from thousands of words."

Wu Fan sprinkled a handful of salt on Murong Jian's wound, twisted his waist, took the model step, and turned back to the private room.

Murong Jian's true confession was destroyed by Wu Fan by 80% of the effect, and he felt extremely depressed.

He made up his mind in secret that he must conquer this woman under his crotch, fork her a hundred times, a hundred times, and then throw her into the refugee camp, allowing her to be rubbed by thousands of people and wiped by thousands of people...

Murong Jian's hands were already trembling, and he walked off the stage in shame, sent a WeChat message, and gave some instructions.

When Wu Fan returned to the private room, Academician Chen Dong had already stood up and walked out with a dejected look. He was in a very depressed mood and his disappointment was beyond words.

Wu Fan passed by him and unconsciously stuffed a red cloth into his leather pocket.

Professor Chen Dong left the auction venue. When he was in the car he went back, he received a WeChat message with the following content:

"Hello, Dear Academician Chen: Einstein's hair is in your bag, don't take it out and read it first, delete the text message quickly..."

Academician Chen Dong's hands were trembling a little. He put them in his leather bag and touched them, as if a piece of cloth was placed inside.

The moment the crystal box was opened, Wu Fan took the hair back system and put a piece of red fabric in the same direction into the crystal box. No one noticed his movements.

Back to the auction site.

Sexy auctioneer continues to host:

"Dear ladies and gentlemen, leaders, hello: A small accident just happened, which added a touch of turmoil to this auction. The elegant young master Murong proved with his actions that he is truly a charity worker, and the auction continues."

What will be the next auction item?

"Every must be a magic weapon,

One piano and one painting of a day of lights.”

Could it be that there is still a celebrity beard?

Everyone kept guessing.

According to the auction process, there is indeed a celebrity's beard, but due to the hair storm just now, it was temporarily cancelled.

An auction item that really convinces everyone is needed to appear to suppress the venue.

Murong Jian has a good grasp of the second exhibit, and no one can transfer it in full view of everyone. This is a peerless magic weapon, and it is fixed on an extremely strong nano-black iron chain.

The auctioneer raised his microphone and said:

"Below is our second auction item. I believe everyone has been looking forward to it for a long time. I believe that this time will not disappoint everyone, because it is a peerless magic weapon, a precious blade that is as iron as mud. Please lift it up."
Chapter completed!
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