"Mr. Yuan, the test results show that the iron content of the off-white sand you brought back from the scene where Miss Cui disappeared is 100%! At the current level of human science and technology, it is impossible to manufacture this material. Unless..." Phone call
The voice was slightly hesitant.
"Unless what?" Yuan Yizhou asked.
"Unless it's a product of the non-human world!"
"I know, thank you. I will go to the identification laboratory later today. You don't have to wait for me to get off work. Just put the samples and test results in the waiting pool where I can get them." Yuan Yizhou ordered.
After putting down the phone, Yuan Yizhou fell into deep thought. 100% pure iron element materials rarely exist because iron easily reacts with other elements to form compounds. The usual term "iron" refers to iron alloys containing other elements, such as steel.
and cast iron…
"Mr. Yuan, the driver is already downstairs. Your TV station's rehearsal is about four o'clock this afternoon. Do you want to drop by the dress shop? Designer Fei called to say that your fiancée, Ms. Xingmeng's wedding dress has been prepared.
It’s been some time.”
Secretary Aya's professional voice brought Yuan Yizhou's thoughts back to reality. He rubbed his sore temples and replied tiredly: "Let's arrange it this way."
Aya responded and quietly opened the door and exited the office.
"Mengmeng, what happened to you? It's been forty-eight hours since you disappeared. Where are you? I must find you!" Yuan Yizhou sighed lightly, got up from the leather boss chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and grabbed his own
cashmere jacket and take the private elevator on the top floor directly to the underground parking lot.
"Mr. Yuan, Xiao Ai has already uploaded the profile of Ye Qinghe and her gallery information you requested. The tablet is placed in the back seat." Du Ming, a driver in suits and ties, reported to Yuan Yizhou from the elevator on the way to the car.
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Yuan Yizhou responded to Xiao Du with a slight nod, and got into the car. When the car drove out of the parking lot, Yuan Yizhou's thoughts had returned to the home of Christi's annual auction.
Two days ago, his fiancée Cui Xingmeng, who was about to get married next month, disappeared from the chief auctioneer's platform at that auction event in full view of everyone. In the past forty-eight hours, his mind replayed that scene countless times.
, trying to find clues to her disappearance.
It was a night when the air was filled with the fragrance of lilacs, and the main hall of Christi Auction House in City A was crowded. The annual event of the auction was going on here, and buyers from all over the world came for a treasure:
Xi soil!
This lot is preserved in a vacuum and water-free glass cover. It looks slightly dark red and is suspended on the stainless steel base of the glass cover. Other than that, it is no different from ordinary soil. The starting price is 300 million US dollars.
It has set a record for the same category. Among the buyers’ invitation list, there are many agents from political and business giants from various countries. There are even rumors that Singapore’s Temasek Holdings Group contacted the seller before the auction and tried to close the deal in advance with a triple premium. For this
This lot is a must-win.
"Nine hundred and thirty million once!" Chief Auctioneer Cui Xingmeng's calm yet sweet female voice echoed in the hall.
"Nine hundred and thirty million times!" The voice became more urgent, but still solemn. She raised her left hand gracefully, and raised her slender green-white jade fingers in the direction of the buyer holding the sign. She was wearing an ancient custom-made cheongsam with water ripples, and then
Yuan Yizhou, who was sitting in the front row, was fascinated by her radiant figure with her graceful waist and hips.
"Two billion!" There was a commotion in the whole hall. Cui Xingmeng's fair and translucent cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were filled with excitement. She followed the direction of the sound and sent out her right hand. When she saw the person who said these three words
At that moment, she suddenly froze, her hands hanging in the air, and she forgot to repeat the quotation.
Ye Qinghe?! How could she bid for the soil?
Yuan Yizhou was very keenly aware of the abnormality of his fiancée. He turned around and looked in the direction pointed by Cui Xingmeng's right hand. The moment he met Ye Qinghe's eyes, he understood Xingmeng's gaffe.
Ye Qinghe, the manager of Miemeng Gallery, has been extremely active in the auction world recently. The annual finale paintings and calligraphy works of several major auction houses have been collected by the gallery. Ye Qinghe himself is also a hot topic in the auction world. As the gallery’s only
As a legal person operator, she has never appeared at the auction site. She always bids through an agent. How could she appear here today, bidding for non-calligraphy and painting categories?
"Twenty-five billion!" Obviously the bidder on the left did not intend to give up.
"Five billion!" The still cold voice attracted the attention of everyone present. Ye Qinghe obviously didn't care about these glances, and there was no trace of emotion on his cold and beautiful face.
"Five billion once!" Cui Xingmeng, who came back to his senses, lost no time in repeating this sky-high price.
"Five billion twice!" she repeated quickly, for fear that Ye Qinghe would change his mind.
"Six billion!" The voice sounded annoyed, and the bidder on the left seemed to be making a last ditch effort.
"Ten billion!" Ye Qinghe raised his voice, slowly stood up from his seat, and looked down at the audience. At this time, Yuan Yizhou noticed that Ye Qinghe was wearing a dress similar to Cui Xingmeng's. No, it was made of similar material. Rouruo
Silk, like running water, fits snugly like your own skin, but is more light and elegant than skin and can move with you.
In the end, the final decision was made. The Xirang was acquired by Miemeng Gallery with a transaction price of 10 billion U.S. dollars. The crowd was still not satisfied with the passionate auction process just now, so after the auction, there was supposed to be a handover ceremony for the items attended by both the buyer and the seller.
But it attracted more people’s attention and attention.
"Ms. Ye, please move to the main auction stage!" Cui Xingmeng was very excited. I wonder if it was because of the lighting. Yuan Yizhou saw that her original silver-starred cheongsam had a bit of blush, which was very similar to the color of Cui Xingmeng's cheeks.
The corners of Ye Qinghe's mouth raised slightly, and he walked towards the auction table. When he passed the front row, he glanced at Yuan Yizhou, but he still couldn't see any emotion on her.
"Can you please Miss Cui to hand over the soil to me personally?" Ye Qinghe said in a polite tone that did not allow for objection.
"Of course, no problem!" Cui Xingmeng put on the white gloves prepared by her assistant, carefully reached out to the glass cover on the display stand, held the stainless steel base in both hands, and walked to Ye Qinghe.
Ye Qinghe was not in a hurry to take Xi Ran. She raised her right hand and stroked the glass cover. The giant diamond ring on her index finger was particularly dazzling under the column light. The two beauties stood face to face, with a tens of billions worth of auction items in the middle.
The picture is very eye-catching.
Yuan Yizhou noticed at this time that although the material of Ye Qinghe's dress was similar to that of his fiancée's cheongsam, the colors were very different. Ye Qinghe's silver was as cold as an iceberg, while Xing Meng's silver was tinged with powder, as bright as the Milky Way.
At this time, suddenly the lights in the venue began to flicker messily. Everyone looked around, wondering if there was a problem with the power supply, when they suddenly heard Yuan Yizhou yelling: "Mengmeng!"
When the crowd's attention returned to the main auction stage again, what they saw in front of them was shocking. The glass cover had been shattered all over the floor. Auction goddess Cui Xingmeng was completely wrapped in dark red soil, and the last exposed hand had turned into
Translucent Yuan Yizhou, only one step away from the auction stage, rushed towards his fiancée like an arrow from a string, but only caught a handful of gray-white sand!
Cui Xingmeng was swallowed by Xirang!
"Mr. Yuan, are you thinking about Miss Xingmeng again?" Du Ming saw Yuan Yizhou's pale face through the rear mirror and asked with concern.
"After two traffic lights, we will reach the dress shop. Designer Fei should be waiting for you in the shop." Yuan Yizhou said nothing, just nodded.
Yuan Yizhou retracted his memories and calmed down his emotions, "Fei Yu has always insisted on interviews. Does he know something about Xing Meng's disappearance?"