The name "Mai Shutoku" flashed on the black Iphone. This was the phone given to him by Lu Mingze, because the system of the black N96 was probably under Norma's surveillance and had nothing to do with Kassel College.
Lu Mingfei usually uses this iPhone when communicating with people.
"You should call me Mai-senpai." A charming female voice sounded on the other end of the phone.
"Don't do this to me!" Lu Mingfei didn't answer her words at all, "Please explain, I cut off my finger to take blood and gave you the coordinates of the seven deadly sins that you salvaged from the Bronze City. Why?
Just changed hands and sold it to the auction house?"
"You have to ask about potato chips. You know, that girl is our finance minister, and I only do manual labor. Is this something that I can decide?" Mai Shutoku dismissed Su Enxi in just a few words.
Sold.
There were vague sounds of blame and curses on the other end of the phone, and then there was the sound of chewing potato chips vigorously.
"Let Su Enxi answer the phone." Lu Mingfei tried his best to suppress his anger.
"Well... Enxi, she's not with me anymore. I'll ask her to call you later..." Mai Shutoku said vaguely.
"Ma Yi!" Lu Mingfei yelled angrily, "Don't even think about playing football with me! I heard it. Su Enxi is right next to you. If you don't give me a reasonable explanation today, I won't let you go!"
Lu Mingfei's threat seemed quite intimidating, and the other end of the phone recalled complaints such as "It's all your fault" and "What should we do now?"
In the past half year or so, Lu Mingfei and the three of them have become quite familiar with each other. Many tasks will be communicated in private to see if there is sincere cooperation. He thought that the bridge of trust has gradually been built strong and substantial.
, but I didn’t expect that it suddenly collapsed with a “bang” today.
Creatures like women are indeed born liars!
"Ming Fei." Potato Chip Girl's voice came from the phone, "The auction is just a formality. Anyway, the seven deadly sins will definitely fall into your hands in the end, right? The secret party is not short of money, but I am here
Money has been tight recently, so why not if you can pick up their wool?"
"It sounds very reasonable... No!" Lu Mingfei suddenly reacted, "You have collected a lot of money from the secret party, and the secret party has obtained the seven deadly sins... What about me? How can I be the last to fall?
Isn’t it true that you can’t catch anything?”
"Hey, who doesn't know that you, Lu Mingfei, are now the perfect candidate to succeed the leader of the secret party? If you ask that old man Angers for a set of alchemy swords for fun, will he still reject you? This thing has reached Kasai
There is essentially no difference between the one in the hands of Er Academy and the one in your hands." Su Enxi continued to persuade, "On the cost of salvage alone, we spent nearly two million U.S. dollars, okay? Mai was almost regarded as some kind of snorkeling girl by the people from the Hainan Navigation Administration.
Catch the perverts."
"Stop talking about it. It's impossible for any normal person to catch that girl. I have fought and cooperated with her. She is as slippery as a loach!" Lu Mingfei yelled.
"Don't think I can't hear you. Who are you talking about?" Mai Shutoku over there dodged the phone and her voice became sharp with anger.
No man has ever described her in such vicious terms!
"Okay, okay, who doesn't know that Mai, you are naturally beautiful, sexy and unrestrained, and have nothing to do with a creature like a loach." Su Enxi comforted Mai Jiude on the phone, and then changed the topic, "As for Ming Fei, wait a minute.
Once the auction funds arrive, you will naturally receive a portion of your reward."
"How much?" Lu Mingfei asked calmly.
"A quarter."
"Deal!" Lu Mingfei made the final decision without any further complaints.
"So, there is no problem that money can't solve! You are helping the secret party spend money, but you are making money for yourself, so don't complain!" Su Enxi said carelessly.
"Wait a minute, I have another question." Lu Mingfei said, "The principal said that this auction contains a set of alchemical armor that is suspected to be the Dragon King level. Do you know what the situation is?"
"Did Angers also get this news?" Su Enxi's tone sounded a little surprised, "No wonder, it is not difficult to find out this using the secret party's methods."
"I can tell you for sure that it is not suspected to be Dragon King level, but a set of Dragon King level alchemical armor. It is of the same rank as the Seven Deadly Sins. It was probably made by the world's greatest alchemist, the King of Bronze and Fire." Su Enxi.
Shen Sheng revealed this difficult secret.
"So...if the Seven Deadly Sins are the weapons of the Lord of Bronze and Fire, then wouldn't this set of alchemical armor be the armor of the Lord of Bronze and Fire?" Lu Mingfei asked, silently thinking about something.
"No." Su Enxi denied Lu Mingfei's guess, "There is no such record. I guess that this set of equipment was made of bronze and fire for another Dragon King, a Dragon King who is closely related to him. The specific one is not yet known.
Know."
"Then what's the origin of this item?" Lu Mingfei dug into the details.
"According to rumors, the origin of this armor is China... It was mailed by SF Express across the country, and it was a collect item. The anonymous seller is very low-key and has never been seen. Sotheby's Auction House also strictly abides by this
The principle of keeping the identity of the seller confidential is difficult to delve into," Su Enxi said.
SF Express sends alchemy equipment... Lu Mingfei deeply feels that this seller is also a talented person.
"understood."
Lu Mingfei nodded, and there was a roar in the distance. He saw a magnificent black Lincoln car driving towards him. Under the sun, the polished body of the car shone brightly, like a long black car on the sea.
whale.
"I'll hang up first." Lu Mingfei didn't wait for recovery, quickly pressed the red end call button, and put the iPhone into his pocket.
"Mingfei!"
"Wait a minute!"
"Hey...I haven't finished speaking yet!"
Su Enxi looked at the communication on the screen that had been unilaterally cut off by Lu Mingfei. She angrily grabbed a handful of potato chips and stuffed them into her mouth, her chest heaving violently.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Hell, I haven't reminded him that our agent is also following, and they have to cooperate with each other!" Su Enxi cursed vaguely with potato chips stuffed in her mouth,
"This guy didn't listen to what was said, so he hung up the phone in a hurry and rushed to reincarnate!"
"A difficult boy." Mai Shutoku sighed.
"Who says it's not the case!" Su Enxi bit into the potato chips.
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The black Lincoln was traveling through the busy city when it suddenly turned into a small road in an alley without warning. The name of "Pennsylvania Road" was written on the gray sign.
Two rows of skyscrapers sandwich this gap-like path in the middle, like a crack in the high wall that blocks the sky. These buildings were built in Chicago's most luxurious metropolitan era in the 1950s.
It has a long history of sixty years.
Over time, the limestone surface has peeled off, revealing the desolation of the run-down nobles. The sunlight is completely blocked by high-rise buildings. The long and narrow streets are dark and deep. At the end of the road stands a huge square building. There are no windows on the towering walls, only those near the top.
A row of large exhaust fans are rotating slowly, like the most closed prison cell in the world.
Chicago Civic Opera.
This was once a place where celebrities gathered. Sixty years ago, luxury cars and modern girls gathered here every night. Courteous gentlemen came here with their young female companions to enjoy elegant piano music and musicals.
, every time a guest arrives, the waiter is responsible for chanting the name of the distinguished guest loudly, like a ceremonial curtain call.
But it has long since declined. Today's young people go to movie theaters, shopping malls or amusement parks for dates. The opera house belongs to the glory of the previous era. Occasionally, people come to listen to a performance and then leave. This is due to the old feelings.
But today it has come to life again, with cars and sports cars from almost all high-end brands lined up at the door, with red, white, yellow and green taillights flashing like neon.
The heavy car door opens, and a man wearing a black tuxedo or evening dress gets out of the car. He wears a white embroidered shirt, and has a parted or slicked-back hair that only appears in old movies, with thick hair oil on his head.
.
The hand that then pokes out of the car is often wearing long white velvet gloves, and a small silver diamond-encrusted women's watch is worn outside the gloves. The man holds the hand at the fingertips and gently pulls out the mink-clad dress.
The beautiful female companion in the formal dress stepped on the ground with her slender heels, and her long legs stretched out in graceful arcs.
Men and women walked hand in hand towards the opera house. In the mist, time seemed to have flown back sixty years, returning to the golden age of Chicago in 1950.
Until a shiny black Lincoln slowly parked next to the red carpet at the entrance of the Opera House. The very discerning waiter could see the old-school and aura of this car at a glance. He trotted down the steps and came with a spring breeze on his face.
Go to the car window.
The black privacy-protecting car window slowly lowered, and a young hand with sharp joints stretched out, holding a dark red invitation card between the slender index and middle fingers.
The waiter hurriedly took the invitation and read out the somewhat unfamiliar and strange name loudly: "Welcome Mr. Ricardo!"
It was like welcoming a chief who came from afar.
The driver got out of the car, his waist straight, and he was dressed in black with gold-plated buttons on his clothes.
The eyes of the guests coming and going were closely followed... If the driver was so magnanimous, how magnanimous should this "Mr. Ricardo" be?
The driver opened the door of the back seat respectfully, and a young man with light blond hair stepped out and glanced coldly at the guests. He was tall and expressionless, and he was as noble as South Korea's largest chaebol young man.
.
He put on black sunglasses to cover his handsome face, lifted up the cuffs of his striped shirt and took a look at the exquisite Patek Philippe watch.
"Sir, the auction is about to begin. Please come with me." The waiter bowed to the young distinguished guest.
The distinguished guest waved his hand expressionlessly, turned around and walked to a silver extended Bentley in the back, bowed slightly and opened the door, "Please, sir."
The guests who stopped in front were astonished. They dared to admire this impressive young man... he was just the one opening the door!
Then what kind of extraordinary magnanimity should the rightful owner have?
The car door slowly opened, and the real owner appeared. A foot wearing Adidas sneakers first reached down from the back seat...Wait a minute, Adidas sneakers?
The guests on the left and right looked at me and I looked at you, and a question popped up in their minds at the same time: Did this gentleman... put on his servant's shoes by mistake when he went out? It's not that Adidas sneakers are bad, but
On occasions like today, it always seems a bit...
But what happened next made them confused and silent... another kind of dress.
Following the sneakers, a pair of Levi's wide-leg jeans came into view, then a Calvin Klein long shirt, then an unattractive young face, and then a black rag with no hairspray or hair oil.
Hair... No suit, no windbreaker, no leather shoes, not even any decorations or a modern female companion. This young man stepped out of the Bentley with high expectations. He was so plainly dressed that he almost looked like he had come to the gym instead of a celebrity event.
auctions!
Little did they know that the only CK long shirt on the young man that looked worthy of their attention was a gift given to him by his senior brother on his birthday last year... Lu Mingfei would not be willing to spend thousands or tens of thousands to buy it.
A piece of clothing!
For a moment, the guests coming and going looked at the young man dressed in "back to nature" clothes and didn't know whether to sneer or admire him.
"What's going on, Ming Fei? Where are the Armani suit and Rolex watch I prepared for you?" Ange's deep voice sounded in his ears, and the accustomed principal sounded a little... confused at the moment.
"Principal, I tried it, but it feels really awkward to wear... CK is also good, isn't it? At least I'm still the one who stands out, right?" Lu Mingfei tidied up the tiny microphone hidden under his chin.
Ange was silent. For a moment, he didn't know what to say. This young man always seemed to bring him different surprises... Is it different? That's right, after all, Lu Mingfei's dress and slippers
There is nothing wrong with wearing a vest to get married.
"Please... please come with me." The waiter stuttered and led Lu Mingfei inside. They passed through dimly lit passages, various passages that looked like they were flowing through sewers, and the smell of various perfumes and scents in the air.
The smell of hair oil mixed together can no longer be described as "fragrant", but "overwhelming", which can make people feel dizzy.
Until they came to the interior of the opera house.
The strong contrast between darkness and light reminded Lu Mingfei of a text he learned in junior high school, "The Story of Peach Blossom Spring"... "In the beginning, it was very narrow, and one can understand others. After repeating dozens of steps, it suddenly became enlightened."
The sky-like pillars are painted dark red, and the giant diamond lamps one after another reflect colorful light. The golden dome and the four walls are painted with Western gods, gorgeous and hideous, and the velvet carpets are painted with colorful lights.
The Juliet rose, filled with crimson spirit, guided the distinguished guests to their seats with serial numbers written on yellow bronze plates.
Lu Mingfei followed the waiter and walked through the strange eyes. The distinguished guests looked at him as if they were looking at some out-of-place monster. The waiter who led him also had a shameless face and a cold face the whole time... Although he was dressed up
Really different.
Until he sat down at the seat marked "No. 24", he looked around, his curious and mocking eyes sweeping over him, like an overwhelming tide that seemed to drown him.
Is it funny? Maybe... Lu Mingfei also smiled for some reason, sitting alone in the corner without any words.