"Mr. Song, let's leave for a walk first. You and Sister Qingmei don't have to wait for me."
Thinking that it was inappropriate for Xue Hu's identity to be revealed and that it would be inconvenient for Song Xuan to be around, Yang Zimei turned to Song Xuando.
"OK."
Song Xuan glanced at her and Xue Hu and didn't ask any more questions.[
As soon as Yang Zimei and Xue Hu walked out of the auction hall, many flash lights flashed towards them. Many of them had been waiting to report the big news of this sky-high auction.
Yang Zimei and Xue Hu were quickly surrounded by many reporters, asking questions.
A hint of impatient frost appeared on Xue Hu's face.
He doesn't like so much trouble, and he doesn't want to be exposed in front of others.
Fame, wealth and glitz have no appeal to him anymore, except for Yang Zimei.
He raised his hand slightly, flashed his eyebrows, and left quickly before those people could react.
These reporters looked around in astonishment and found that not a single ghost was missing. They had no choice but to start looking at the photos they had just taken with full of suspicion.
They were surprised to find that all the photos involving Yang Zimei and Xue Hu were overexposed, and the figures could not be clearly seen at all.
In addition, Yang Zimei informed Huo Wenhua in advance and asked him to help control the media and not to expose any news about her and Xue Hu.
Therefore, this most surprising auction in history has not been reported in detail by any media. It does not even mention the auction of ancient swords such as Mo Xie's. However, it has been spread by word of mouth, and the rumors are spreading more and more.
Xuan, finally made Xuehu and Yang Zimei look like gods descending to earth.
Although Yang Zimei and Xue Hu escaped, the reporters did not let Song Xuan and Lin Qingmei go.
Yang Zimei is a disciple of Song Xuan and should be the person who knows her best.
But Song Xuan smiled and ignored all problems, which further increased Yang Zimei's mystery.
If it weren't for the pressure from their superiors not to follow up on anything about Yang Zimei, they would have followed him to City A and uncovered everything about Yang Zimei.
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"Master, general Mo Xie was photographed away, what should we do?"
By the cool breeze of Jingjiang River, the man in black suit who was bidding with Xue Hu anxiously called and asked.
"It's okay, Qingyun, you just need to find out their details for me. Sooner or later, I will get them." The voice on the other end of the phone was cold and gloomy, full of frost.
"It's all Qingyun's fault." Qingyun blamed himself.[
"Ten billions, we can't get it out even if we lose everything, so you don't need to blame yourself. Now, what we have to fight for is not financial resources, but ability. Let's see if they can defeat a demon sword like Mo Xie, hum.
, when the time comes, I will ask them to give me another 10 billion, and I will take the sword away, haha..."
The person on the phone was smiling a bit eerily and proudly.
Qingyun felt a slight chill on his back and said hurriedly: "Master is wise!"
"It's okay, collect their information immediately and give it to me. I will go back in ten days!"
"Yes, Master."
Qingyun hung up the phone and took a car to Li Tangyi's house.
"Qingyun, you didn't buy that general Mo Xie?" Li Tangyi looked at his empty hands and asked doubtfully.
Qingyun told what happened today.
"It seems that that couple is very unusual!" Li Tangyi began to perform divination, but the result was that the fortune was in a mess. His vitality was seriously injured again, he vomited several mouthfuls of blood, and lay in bed for a week unable to get out of bed.
