Jones lit a cigar, looked at the faint smile on the corner of Yehen's mouth, and understood what he was thinking, and the smile on his face looked even more embarrassed.
Yehen must be trying to pick up the slack and get down to business, otherwise he might make a fool of himself in front of his deputy hall master.
"Those people just now were a little strange."
Zhong Muyan spoke first. This was what he wanted to ask just now.
"You can see, they did it on purpose."
Jones exchanged a look with Zhong Muyan, looked at Ye Hen,
"Hen, is it possible that you came here for this auction?"
Yehen's eyes dimmed for a moment, lowered so that Jones couldn't see his thoughts.
"It's possible"
He took a sip of red wine and said lightly
"Is that coming for you, or for me?"
Jones looked at Ye Hen and asked in confusion. This auction was held by him in name. He took advantage of the God of Gamblers Competition to attract big buyers from all over the world. No one except him and Ye Hen knew about this.
The buyer behind this incident was actually Ye Hen
As for the thing that was going to be auctioned, he also announced to the public according to Ye Hen's wishes that all the funds would be donated to orphanages around the world.
If it wasn't for Ye Hen, was it for him?
Or is it simply for the newly developed precision nuclear energy chip that all terrorists are eyeing?
"Have you found out where those people came from?"
Ye Hen glanced at Jones and still asked indifferently.
"My people have already gone to check, and the results will be available in a while."
After Jones finished speaking, Ye Hen didn't speak anymore, quietly waiting for his people to come over and report.
I believe you will know the answer he guessed in your mind soon.
Mingyue sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the hotel, looking at the city outside with neon lights flashing everywhere, like a castle that would never be dark.
As the name it has been given by the world, the city that never sleeps
But why can't she always feel its liveliness? And she also feels a little deserted.
Thinking of this, Mingyue hugged her body tightly. She found that it was difficult for her to be interested in anything. She was no longer like before. A little bit of happiness would make her laugh out loud.
Could it be that my heart has become numb, or is there something missing?
It was almost late at night, the lights outside were still bright, and the noise below could still be vaguely heard.
Mingyue couldn't help but recall the scene when she first arrived here. The constant flow of people, all of whom seemed to be from the upper class from all over the world, and luxury cars parked everywhere.
She even envied those people, who could enjoy sightseeing here.
But she seemed to have nothing to do with this place. She was just a passerby standing here, as if everything around her was in two different worlds.
Just like now, she still doesn't have any pajamas, and she doesn't know where her heart is or where it has been taken by something.
By the way, I heard that this is the God of Gamblers Competition that happens every few years. Thinking of this, Mingyue's mind came back to that person who she didn't want to think of but couldn't help but think of.
Will he come too?
I heard from Kurosawa that the owner of the largest gambling city here will invite famous people from all over the country, and he has been included in the invitation list.
After thinking for a while, Mingyue couldn't help but laugh at herself, why do she always think about other things?