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Chapter 7 Auction

 6:47 pm.

Wright took out the invitation and put it on a silver platter, then took the gender-specific white rose and pinned it on his chest.

And women are red roses,

In fact, this kind of behavior is completely unnecessary. Just like the evening gowns they wear, the blooming of roses is as attractive and dazzling as the skin exposed by the low-cut deep V. They are wrapped in Arctic fox fur, covered with black veils, and slender heels.

Stepping on the ground, the tight-fitting stockings stretch the calves into a graceful arc... Anyone who is not blind can tell the gender. Even a blind person can tell the difference between male and female by the smell of perfume in the air.
"Damn it!" Wright cursed in his heart. He was wearing an expensive custom-made formal suit designed by Stuart Hughes, a saucy burgundy lace scarf and shiny Silvano Lattanzi leather shoes, but he had a white rose on his pin as if he was attending a funeral.

There are also Cohiba cigars in it, as well as the unfinished Romanee-Conti during the meal... This flower does not fit the image of an entrepreneur at all.

"Don't get excited, you are a stallion, you are a handsome guy, you are going to use your electric eyes to charm a few girls at this party, and then take them back to your bed." Gore's deep voice sounded next to him.

, Wright, who was feeling quite unhappy, almost forgot that he had a companion by his side.

"What kind of scumbag position is this...haven't you seen that all the women here have male companions?"

"It's as if you have never been a tauren in Chinese circles. I remember that at a banquet, you slept with everyone's fiancée." Gao Er rolled his eyes at him.

"Okay, okay, a hero doesn't talk about his bravery. A hero doesn't talk about his bravery." Wright pointed to the wireless earbuds in his ears, "Where's Tokugawa Rai? We were separated when we came in just now. Multiple partners here have multiple strengths.

, if there’s a fight, it’s better to take care of each other.”

"Okay, it's useless. Didn't you see that the guy with the iron in his belt was asked to remove the belt on the spot and take out the iron? If you want to fight, you can only use your bare hands."

"How come they allowed me to bring a wine bottle in?" Wright raised the red wine in his hand. This thing is a handy weapon for gangsters to use in fights.

"Perhaps considering that wine bottles are not of much use to mixed races." Gore took two masks from the waitress beside him and handed the mask with two peacock tail feathers tied to it to Wright, "I also want

Hiding his identity, it seems that this banquet is not just a meeting, but also something else."

Wright nodded: "I'm late at five o'clock in the afternoon. There may be some important person or secret thing that didn't match the time. And I saw a person before."

"Who?"

"Moligaka Jan Hilton."

"I remember he was the top auctioneer in Europe."

"He's a mixed race," Wright said, "but today he's an entrepreneur."

Gower walked thoughtfully in front, and Wright followed behind. The two walked through the dimly lit passage, and the modern girls wore bunny costumes boldly showing off their plump bodies. The meeting became more and more confusing.
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After rounding two corners, they were suddenly exposed in an open space, with searchlights shining from all directions.

The whole room sank in front of their eyes, and the luxurious tackiness rushed towards them. The dome was reproduced with Michelangelo's "Genesis", but one after another giant crystal chandeliers hung out of place on it. The giant Arabic chandeliers hung on it.

A red carpet is spread on the floor, but rows of tables are decorated with white tablecloths.

This kind of taste is like covering a toilet with a golden coating, but people still have to go to the toilet after entering.

However, the huge table was arranged to look like an auction venue, and the table in the center was so huge that it was difficult to imagine what the auction items would be.

Gower and Wright found their seats respectively. They were not far apart, but there were still six people between them. The guests around them took their seats one after another. They seemed to know each other and exchanged simple greetings, even though they were wearing masks.
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"Hey, there are so many people here, probably more than 300." Wright's voice rang in his ears.

"Did you see the number plate on your desk?"

"I see, No. 66, in Chinese I mean Liuliu Dashun." Wright shouted proudly, "But I didn't bring my bank card, and I didn't bring my black card either. I don't have any money for the auction."

"Since you are invited, it means that the organizer has the ability to directly contact you or your family. Didn't you realize that the people mentioned in the invitation are entrepreneurs, but most of them are members of mixed-race families? There is something fishy here. What exactly is the organizer doing?

What do you want to do?"

Suddenly, the woman next to her reached out and greeted Gower: "Principal Gower, long time no see."

"Uh... who are you?" Gore shook hands in confusion.

"Alice von Loy Green Francis, I met her six years ago, but I didn't expect the principal to forget me." The corners of Alice's drooping mouth showed disappointment.

"I can't tell the difference with the mask, I'm sorry." Gower apologized and kissed the back of Alice's hand.

"Rommel Albert Goering Russell, before I came here, I communicated with other colleagues and asked the FBI and secret organizations to investigate this person's identity." Alice pointed to her ear, "On the opposite side of the earplugs

It's Wright Leskus, right? That old guy is actually here too. Wright, listen." Alice lowered her voice, "Rommel Albert Goering Russell seemed to have formed an organization with some people before.

A small gang entered Russia to blast and steal a small villa belonging to the Klaudilov family. I originally guessed it was some kind of secret weapon or confidential documents, but based on the investigation and the descriptions of casual passers-by, I concluded

, they seem to have got the wings of an angel."

"Angel...wait a minute, are you talking about the remains owned by the Claudilov family?" Wright's exclaimed voice almost pierced Gore's eardrums.

"I remember you knew that the Claudilov family owned the remains of an archangel." Gower stared directly into Alice's eyes.

Alice nodded: "I have close contact with the Klaudilov family, and I have seen the remains with my own eyes. But it stands to reason that nothing can be extracted from the remains, because it is like being burnt.

The body, soil, and stones are mixed together, and it is difficult to separate them. Therefore, the angel wings should not come from that remains."

"I have been wondering whether original sin and virtue will die?" Gower suddenly asked the question.

"Good idea, how about we first study what those wings are?" Wright's voice kept echoing in Gore's ears like a fly.

"Wait a minute, so...the venue is arranged like an auction, is it to auction the wings?" Gower thought for a long time and suddenly spoke.

"Holy shit, this thing can be sold!" Wright stood up directly, and the entire venue was disturbed by his inexplicable and crazy behavior.

Alice on the side also realized the seriousness of the problem and immediately stood up and went out to call her family.

Gore bit his lip. He had no idea that the meeting would go like this. At first he thought it was some kind of distribution or school-enterprise cooperation agreement, but now... it was too late: "Emma,

Your intelligence is wrong and you did not infiltrate. Now modify the response plan. The support for the Klaudilov family will remain as usual, but immediately write a letter to Gerqilov in my name and the name of Let Leskus.

·Gogol Klaudilov, ask him what is missing from that villa. In addition, suspend all rights to use the school's funds and give them priority to me."

"Understood." Emma's voice sounded.

"What should I do?" Wright asked in the earbud.

"Call Claudia." Gore was very serious.

"Do you want money or something?"

"It's money for the time being. I'm not sure what the purpose of Rommel Albert Goring Russell's auction is, but as long as it's an auction, it's most likely money. I'm not sure how much an angel wing is worth. Your family is now

The Miss Angel of Light was traded in the UK for 30 million pounds at the time, but that was an underground transaction. Now it is an auction, where mixed-race entrepreneurs from all over the world gather, and the bidding price will only be higher. The school has most of them

The engineering project is being started. Currently, the school’s working capital that I can use is not much, and I’m afraid it won’t be enough.”

"Then I'll make a phone call first."

"Principal, what do you need me to do?" Tokugawa Yorisanin's voice sounded. He had heard all the previous conversations, and he noticed that there was a person in front of him, that was a member of the Yaki-gumi.

"You should first collect the available funds into your own accounts. Something will happen later."


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