Chapter 017 Number 404 [09] Steal acupuncture needles and catch them
"Do you need anything, Miss?"
Pack.
It is not surprising for a man who comes from a wealthy family, holds wealth and social status to appear on such an occasion, but if he appears as a staff member, it would be shocking.
Is his mind controlled by aliens?
Mo Qing didn't expose it, but raised his legs forward with a noble and cool attitude: "Please clean your shoes."
"Chopin" glanced at her boots faintly and raised his lips: "Does my face look good?"
Mo Qing took a closer look: "It looks good."
"Yes." "Chopin" nodded in agreement, with a smile in his eyes, and said sincerely and seriously, "This face is not worth the price of shining shoes."
"..."
Do the Jiang family and the Mo family know that you are so poor by nature?
"Chopin" bowed slightly and said, "Farewell."
Mo Qing watched him leave with great interest.
After a while, Mo Sui'an and Jiang Qihui came over, and they had the same dislike for Mo Qing in their eyes.
"Did I let you run around?" Mo Sui'an opened his mouth and asked.
Jiang Qihui also frowned: "Although my uncle asked me to take you along, he didn't ask me to take care of you. I advise you to follow suit and don't take yourself too seriously."
Mo Qing visually measured the distance between her and the check-in point, thinking that there might be something wrong with their eyesight.
However, the two of them were talking to themselves, one after another, and before Mo Qing could say anything, they turned around and entered the door of the auction site.
Mo Qing looked at the backs of the two men quietly.
——It’s really not that she wants to cause trouble, but that these two juniors need to be taught a lesson.
After a pause, Mo Qing followed the two of them without saying a word and sat down at the venue.
The auction was pre-publicized two months in advance, and expectations were very high. The venue was packed and bustling with excitement. There were many good items in this auction. In comparison, acupuncture needles with little historical data were low in expectations.
That group.
Suddenly, Mo Qing's phone vibrated twice.
She took out her phone and saw the message from Song Yiyuan.
[Song Yiyuan]: Why did you come to the auction?
【Song Yiyuan】:Look to the right.
Mo Qing caught a glimpse of the news, leaned back, moved his gaze to the right, and caught a glimpse of Song Yiyuan sitting diagonally behind him.
Song Yiyuan waved to her.
As if he didn't know Song Yiyuan, Mo Qing looked away indifferently and sent a message back to Song Yiyuan.
【Mo Qing】: I didn’t go, you got the wrong person.
【Song Yiyuan】:?
[Song Yiyuan]: I’ve even seen you playing with your phone! Mo Sui’an is sitting next to you!
Mo Qing did not return to Song Yiyuan, but kicked the phone back into his pocket.
She revealed Jiang Ke's identity to her face, and Jiang Ke was still able to pretend to be a waiter without changing his expression. Song Yiyuan only saw her profile, so why should she admit that it was her.
Diagonally rearward.
Song Yiyuan sent several messages to Mo Qing in succession, but received no reply, which was quite baffling. It happened that Huo Si sent a message asking about the situation of the auction, and he quickly complained to Huo Si.
[Song Yiyuan]: I saw Mo Qing at the auction, and when I sent her a message, she actually said that I admitted my mistake!
[Song Yiyuan]: What’s the matter? Does she think I’m embarrassed?!
【Hoss】: I don’t know. Anyway, you can’t give her a face.
"..."
Song Yiyuan originally wanted to seek some comfort from Hoth, but Hoth added fuel to the fire and stabbed him in the heart. He immediately rubbed his chest uncomfortably, trying to persuade himself to be more open-minded.
What's there?
Isn't it just being disliked by a student?
Song Yiyuan twitched the corner of his mouth, feeling a little sad.
*
The auction started, and the first auction item was an oil painting by a famous modern painter. The auctioneer was very excited about it, and the atmosphere in the venue was also very impressive.
Starting price: 10w.
Both Mo Sui'an and Jiang Qihui were in a lack of interest.
I don’t know if the bidder was trustworthy, but the price for the oil painting was raised to 800,000 not long after. Gradually, the price increase became less drastic, and it reached the top right away.
At this time, Mo Sui'an was tapped on his left shoulder, and he subconsciously turned around. At the same time, the number plate in his hand was gone.
Mo Sui'an was startled.
The next moment, he heard a lazy voice beside him: "One million."
Mo Sui'an's eyelids twitched and his heart stopped.
He turned around in shock and looked to the other side, and was shocked to see Mo Qing calmly crossing his legs and holding their number plate in his hand. It was obvious that she was the one who just said "1 million".
It's not an illusion.
Next to him, Jiang Qihui, who had not expected Mo Qing to come out like this, was also stunned. His usually arrogant and indifferent expression suddenly became a little confused and confused.
But he reacted quickly, reached out and snatched the number plate from Mo Qing's hand, and warned: "What do you want to do?"
"Just for fun." Mo Qing answered in an understated tone, meeting Jiang Qihui's angry and questioning gaze, "I heard that the Jiang family is very rich, don't they not have enough money to coax my sister?"
Hearing this reason, Jiang Qihui almost laughed angrily at her: "Are you worthy?"
"I may lack a little self-awareness."
Mo Qing cut off the road with his words lightly, not even giving them a chance to follow up with ridicule.
Jiang Qihui: "..."
Mo Sui'an: "..."
"One million, once."
"One million, twice."
"One million, three times. Transaction."
The auctioneer struck the hammer, and the painting was sold to Jiang Qihui for 1 million.
Jiang Qihui was so angry that his face turned green.
But it can’t happen on the spot.
Jiang Qihui squeezed the number plate tightly, suppressed his anger, and said to Mo Sui'an in a bad tone: "Keep an eye on your sister."
After Jiang Qihui choked, Mo Sui'an had no choice but to throw his anger at Mo Qing: "Did you do it on purpose?"
"Ah." Mo Qing leaned back on the chair, with a relaxed and comfortable posture, and a threat in his tone of voice, "Guess how many times an agile shepherd like me can get the number plate?"
Mo Sui An was startled and immediately became alert, his back straightened unconsciously.
His intestines are now green with regret.
——Knowing that Mo Qing likes to have a sense of presence, has no sense of propriety, and can do anything, he actually agreed to come to the auction with Mo Qing.
Mo Sui'an had to pay attention to Mo Qing's actions, for fear that Mo Qing would reach out to the number plate again.
However, Mo Sui'an's side was full of soldiers, like frightened birds, but Mo Qing enjoyed the passage of time and did not do anything out of the ordinary.
Her original intention was to teach Jiang Qihui and Mo Sui'an a lesson. It would be detrimental to her actions to make them anxious and leave the scene early or engage in a big battle.
Halfway through the auction, Mo Qing saw that the time was almost up and got up.
"Why are you going?" Mo Sui'an said warily, his face full of displeasure.
"Bathroom." Mo Qing returned to him, "Are you following?"
"..."
Mo Sui'an turned his head away.
Mo Qing left quietly.
Feeling hurt, Song Yiyuan accidentally raised his head, saw it, and didn't take it seriously.
The waiter "Chopin" who was standing in the corner of the venue and watching everything also saw it. His gaze lingered on Mo Qing's back for a moment, and a faint doubt flashed in his eyes.
*
All the items in this auction are placed in the backstage of the auction. They are all labeled and then sent to the front desk in turn for auction.
The auction at the front desk was in full swing, but the staff behind the scenes were a little slack and numbly carried out the same work.
Suddenly, darkness swept across like a frenzy, overwhelming the sky and swallowing up all the light. There was no trace of light in the field of vision.
The power is out.
After a moment of silence, noisy exclamations came from the auction site, and the staff behind the scenes immediately braced themselves, vigilance pervading every nerve.
"Why did the power go out?"
“Watch the auction items!”
"Don't move!"
The voices of several security personnel sounded in the background, so everyone approached the auction area, stepped lightly, held their breath and listened carefully to all the movements.
Compared to the hustle and bustle at the auction site, it was so quiet backstage that you could hear the needle drop.
In this moment of extreme tension and silence, a gust of wind suddenly blew up. The staff who sensed this strange cold wind suddenly froze, and felt a chill rushing up to the Tianling Cap.
The windows are closed, where is the wind coming from?!
…
In the darkness, a figure silently approached an auction item. The wind passed by, and the figure flashed towards the door in an instant, making no sound when its feet stepped on the ground.
Mo Qing walked around to the corridor and passed by someone.
However, something unexpected happened.
Mo Qing's wrist was grabbed, and every finger wrapped around it was thin and strong, full of aggression.
Mo Qing frowned, and was about to take action when he suddenly heard the man ask in a low voice: "There's a power outage, where are you going, Miss?"
She paused for a moment.
"Crack."
The switch in the corridor was pushed open, and light came.
The lights in the corridor lit up one after another, spreading to the end like a bright river, spreading soft light all over the floor.
Mo Qing raised his eyelids slightly, and Jiang Ke's face was reflected in the dark pupils. The angular face was covered with a layer of soft light, and his lowered eyebrows and eyes had unclear emotions, as if he was examining and exploring.
Because she was so close, she could clearly see his slender and thick eyelashes and smell the light scent of mountain cedar on his body.
Mo Qing raised his eyebrows lightly: "There's a call, can you let go?"
Jiang Ke smiled.
The moment he was about to let go, footsteps sounded in the corridor. Jiang Ke glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw the figure of Mo Sui'an. His fingers immediately tightened instead of loosening. He pinched Mo Qing's shoulder with his other hand and pressed him down.
