In the hall, a 72-inch LED LCD screen hangs high on the wall, which is used to display auction items. Each auction item will appear on the LCD screen through the backstage.
The auction wouldn't start until ten in the morning, and it was already close to nine now, so when Song Qingyu and Ye Ming came in, there was no delay. They walked through the hall and walked out through a silver-black French door.
Because of the auction, every exit is guarded by guards. These guards are all special forces. Although their own force is not as strong as the warriors, the silver sand eagle on the waist and the Urant micro charge prepared on the side wall are enough to threaten them.
to the safety of these low-level warriors.
Of course, there will be basically no mistakes in the auction. Every auction is extremely well prepared, whether it is the people invited, the layout of the scene, or the strength of the person who comes, and whether he has any attacks.
Items will be subject to strict searches.
Taking out the invitation card, the two of them walked through the French door and followed a staircase with golden texture to the second floor.
The second floor is also as huge as the ground floor, but there are three rooms. Every ten meters, there is a guard standing. The overall atmosphere is extremely solemn. When ordinary people come here, the silent pressure alone is enough to make them feel...
Cold sweat.
"Brother, come on, have a smoke, thank you for your hard work." Ye Ming smiled and took out two cigarettes, lit one himself, and handed one to the guard in front of him.
The guard's face suddenly changed. He said he would not hit the smiling person with his hand, but as a guard, he could not talk to people at will. He shook his head and twitched the corner of his mouth as a thank you.
"Ye Ming!!!"
Song Qingyu saw that Ye Ming not only lit up a cigarette himself, but also encouraged the guards to smoke too, and said angrily: "You...didn't I tell you that smoking is not allowed here? Do you believe that if you continue like this, these guards will
Are you going to be arrested as a troublemaker?"
Ye Ming took a deep breath, walked to Song Qingyu, smiled lightly and said: "You are here!"
"you……"
"Let's go, it will be too late soon." Seeing what this girl wanted to say, Ye Ming hurriedly urged.
"snort!"
Song Qingyu snorted coldly, secretly thinking that after this time, he must cut off contact with this guy, it would be too embarrassing for himself.
The auction items are in the middle room, which is said to be a room, but is actually a hall. After all, there are too many items for auction, and they need to be displayed in various ways.
The door was closed tightly, and when the two of them came closer, the guard at the door immediately stepped forward and said mechanically: "You two, please stop, the time for inputting the process has passed."
When Song Qingyu heard this, he turned around and glared at Ye Ming fiercely, "It's all you!"
Ye Ming spread his hands, his innocent look made Song Qingyu really want to strangle him to death.
Taking out the phone, Song Qingyu dialed a number. After a moment, the call was connected. Song Qingyu's voice was surprisingly soft, "Uncle Ye, I'm Qingyu. I'm just outside your door. Please open the door. My friend is here."
Things are going to be auctioned.”
After finishing speaking, Song Qingyu hung up the phone and gave Ye Ming another big eye roll.
At this moment, the closed door suddenly opened, and a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a full white uniform and gold-rimmed glasses, walked out.
"Uncle Ye." Song Qingyu showed a rare smile on his face and called out quietly to the middle-aged man.
"Qingyu, you don't know how to come to my place if you have nothing to do. If this wasn't an auction, I don't know when I would see you again!" the middle-aged man said, pretending to be displeased.
"It's not that Qingyu doesn't want to play, it's just that there are too many things during this period and I really can't spare the time. When I have time in the future, I will go to your house to visit you and Aunt Yun, okay?" A trace of apology flashed across Song Qingyu's face.
, said with a smile.
Ye Ming's eyes almost fell out of his head when he looked at it. How could this iceberg-like woman laugh?
At this moment, Song Qingyu suddenly turned around and saw Ye Ming's dazed eyes. His face turned and returned to his cold look again. He said lightly: "Let me introduce to you, this is Uncle Ye Qingnan. See you later."
Be polite."
Damn, when did I stop being polite?
Ye Ming curled his lips secretly, stepped forward and said with a smile: "It turns out to be Uncle Ye. I have admired him for a long time. My name is Ye Ming. We all have the same surname. Would you like to have a cigarette?"
Originally, the first few sentences made Song Qingyu feel that Ye Ming was quite cultivated, but the last sentence made her want to slap Ye Ming away.
However, Ye Qingnan smiled, shook hands with Ye Ming nonchalantly, and said with a smile: "Could he be Qing Yu's boyfriend? The young man is not bad, not bad..."
One sentence made Ye Ming burst out laughing, secretly thinking that this guy can actually talk.
"Uncle Ye, what are you talking about? How could I fall in love with this guy? He wants money but no money, no strength..." At this point, Song Qingyu suddenly remembered that Ye Ming's strength was mysterious and unpredictable, and quickly changed his words: "It takes looks.
He has no appearance and looks like a beggar. Even if he were put on the street, no one would take a second look."
Ye Ming just took a puff of cigarette and almost spit it out. He quickly said to Ye Qingnan, who had a strange expression on his face: "Let's talk about business, um, let's talk about business first..."
Speaking of business, Song Qingyu also slapped his head, glared at Ye Ming and said angrily: "It's all because of you, you damn guy, that made me forget about business."
"Come in and talk!" Ye Qingnan brought the two of them into the room.
The whole room, like a hall, did not have any luxurious decorations, but there were many items that were about to be auctioned. Ye Ming glanced at it, and there was nothing that interested him. Except for some special antiques, they were used by warriors.
Low-level items, which he randomly exploded from monsters, were much better than these.
"Qingyu, you just said...who wants to auction things?" Ye Qingnan looked at Song Qingyu.
"Well, it's this guy who wants to auction some pills."
Speaking of the elixir, Song Qingyu looked a little serious, "The elixir he auctioned was an instant recovery elixir. According to him, no matter how injured you are, it can be cured instantly. Although it is a bit unbelievable, I did the task a few days ago.
When I was injured, he gave me one to eat, and it was indeed true."
"Instant recovery pill?"
As the backstage manager of the warrior auction, Ye Qingnan obviously knew some common sense about warriors. He immediately widened his eyes and asked Ye Ming eagerly: "Is what Qing Yu said true? Is there really such a pill? Get it quickly.
Come out and let me take a look!”
People with a discerning eye know the value of this kind of elixir. Otherwise, Song Qingyu would not have agreed to let Ye Ming attend the auction so easily.
Ye Ming nodded, put his right hand into his trouser pocket, and made a fuss for a while, even spreading to a certain place. The expressions of Ye Qingnan and Song Qingyu changed for a while, and finally he took out a white jade bottle, handed it to Ye Qingnan, and said with a smile: "This
that is."
Seeing this, Ye Qingnan and Song Qingyu looked at each other. They really wanted to ask, was this bottle taken out of the trouser pocket or the crotch?
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