Rommel involuntarily avoided his gaze, and at that moment...he saw a woman behind the consultant!
There is a pair of white wings behind the woman's back.
This was the price he wanted. To be precise, it was the price the girl wanted. Before coming, the girl said that Theloia Dubois would definitely buy it, and only she had the ability to buy it.
Now it seems that it is indeed the case!
Everyone was shocked by the price, money, power... no, these are not the highest level chips, including 'Dawn'. The consultant bought this wing with an angel's chips, no one can
Taking out higher or even corresponding chips and continuing the bidding, everyone looked at Gower in unison. As the principal of Fountain College, few people knew what Fountain had, but he offered
Liming', it means that he may have the background to bid.
However, Gower did not continue bidding, but frowned and sat back in his seat.
He wanted this wing very much. Originally he thought he was bound to win it with the 'Dawn', but he underestimated the bidder's ability. Now think about it, 12 million US dollars is a warning to Rommel, and 1 US dollar is to prove to everyone that this is the wing.
The real thing, an angel declares war on everyone present.
"I want to know about that angel..." Someone met the consultant's eyes.
"It's alive, but it won't be displayed here." The consultant's eyes shone brighter crimson than other guests. He was charming and cautious. His bloodline was extremely high. "This is the rule of the auction house. Only the seller can
Qualifications."
Everyone shut up.
They didn't know whether they were crazy or just had a dream. At that moment, they were like useless dogs whose backbones were taken away, and their bodies went limp.
If we talk about angels alone, several families present can get them. They are just corpses and remains, but they are also extremely valuable wealth. For hybrids, they cannot be measured in terms of money. Specifically, ordinary angels and
There is no difference between those little devils planted by dragons, but people just like holy things, and corrupt criminals also like to put a God of Wealth or Master Guan at home to ward off evil and attract wealth, not to mention hybrids. For hybrids, whether angels or demons
They are all enemies, but angels are eye-catching and holy. They collect them and don't care about demons. This is what mixed-race people love to do most.
But no one has ever seen a living angel.
Since the beginning of history, there have been no sightings of living angels, let alone raising or imprisoning them. The bargaining chip was a living angel, which made everyone in the venue start to fear the strength of Te Loya Dubois.
, including this man who claims to be a legal advisor, he is a high-blooded mixed race!
Gore walked to the front desk of the hotel and chose the presidential suite. There were not enough seats in it, so he ordered someone to bring in a few more sofas. He gave a dozen Franklin bills as a tip, which he should have spent today but did not spend.
I'm not in a good mood.
"It's great. The second off-campus school board meeting. The first time I remember was on Labor Day in the United States on September 5, 2011. You took us to the beach in Miami for vacation." After a light greeting, the speaker also said
His face was ashen.
Gore drank the tea on the table carelessly. He sat slumped on the sofa. What he saw today made him extremely tired. He had not been so tired for a long time. He felt that his enemies were those monsters, but he
Suddenly he discovered that his enemy also had a hybrid playing hide-and-seek behind his back.
"Jill, I wish this was Miami, so you could take us wearing swimming trunks to dance with hot beauties on your private yacht." A faint smile appeared on Gore's face.
"If nothing had happened tonight, you would have let me take you to the casino. All the money you lose will be mine." Gil took the vodka and poured it into his mouth. He was numbing himself with alcohol.
"Tell me about this person." Ben pointed at Tokugawa Yorisanin.
"Tokugawa Yorisanin, the Japanese secret party, you can also think of it as our stronghold in Japan."
After the introduction, Tokugawa Yorisanin stood up and bowed to everyone and shook hands, which is a Japanese custom.
Gore lit the cigar, but Wright snatched it away. He already had one in his mouth, and now the extra cigar made him spit out smoke like a wild boar with its fangs exposed: "What should we do? Ours
The goods were robbed by others."
"Don't make us look like white powder buyers." The man sitting opposite Wright raised his middle finger.
"Jadler Wilson, don't think that because you are older than me, I don't dare to tease you. Let me tell you, I dare to flirt with a 70-year-old lady, and I still dare to hit you, a big man." Wright raised his eyebrows.
Two middle fingers.
"There is no connection between the two." Jedler paused and touched his golden hair, "Have you found the woman's information?"
"Which woman?" Wright asked.
Ben and Jill looked at each other. Compared to Wright, Claudia looked more like a school director and the head of the family, while Wright, the father, looked more like a pimp: "Teloia Dubois
!"
"Oh!" Wright scratched his head in embarrassment, "Ask him, I'm not familiar with it."
Gore didn't answer. He lowered his head and played with the teacup in his hand. Americans actually don't like drinking tea. They prefer to open a bottle of red wine or carbonated drinks and eat fried chicken and pizza.
He drank tea just because sometimes the appropriate bitter taste could cheer him up, but he put down the cup directly, picked up the agave on one side and took two sips.
Such competition made him mentally exhausted and excited.
"No." He said casually, "Emma can't find any information about her. Even if she hacks into the National Archives and Records Administration, she won't be able to find it. She is not an American. If we want to investigate the whole world, it may take a long time.
It takes some time, but if she directly erases her archive materials, there is nothing Emma can do."
"Maybe Teroa Dubois is not her real name." Ben expressed his thoughts.
"Is there a possibility that Teroa Dubois is her name, but everything related to her has another name?" Tokugawa Yorisanin looked directly at the red carpet spread on the central open space.
, "Since Rommel dared to go against so many patriarchs, families, and elites, then the people behind him must have the ability to know everything about Teroa Dubois, and the name cannot be wrong."
"It is indeed possible." Jill nodded.
Wright nudged Gower with his elbow: "Do you remember the two questions I told you?"
Gore frowned and looked at him, nodding slightly.
"Second question, he must be targeting someone, or as Tokugawa Rai said, the person behind him must be targeting someone... It was not clear before, but now it is clear that he is targeting a specific person.
Loya Dubois, the question is, why did they target Teroa Dubois, and use this method to make all the mixed-races present remember the name Teroa Dubois? It’s just like
..."
"Like what?" Jeddler asked.
"Why should I tell you?"
"Son of a bitch." Jedler stood up and assumed a posture about to attack, "Do you think you are cool?"
"In this world, as long as there is you, there will be no me. Come on, Bill!"
"It seems you don't know how powerful the revolver is. You should die, Prince Eugen!"
Gore's face turned green, and he stared at the two men in front of him holding cigars, one used as a pistol and the other as a sword. A lot of swear words rushed into his throat, and he finally swallowed it. This was no longer a shame.
It's a matter of face. Two old naughty boys who look down on each other think that this is a colosseum. Whoever wins can take away the poor princess on the podium. But the problem here is that there are all big men. Who wins?
No one will speak on the side of the winner, including the loser.
Being able to know Wright is both a blessing and a bad luck.
He can always fight with a bunch of people, and he can also fight with a bunch of people.
"You guys need to go to Times Square later. It's very big there and there are many spectators. You can fight in the style of the Western Cowboys or the Holy Roman Empire. No one will stop you." Jill said sadly.
Face, "I haven't eaten yet. I'm hungry. If you want to say something, say it quickly. Don't delay my meal."
"Hey, you haven't eaten yet!" Wright raised his eyebrows proudly.
"Hurry up, there's so much nonsense!"
"What would you do if it was someone you wanted to cooperate with?" Wright sat down and asked.
"Negotiate the interests of both parties, match the needs of both parties, increase the profit ratio, and meet the original purpose of cooperation between both parties." Gill did not hesitate.
"What if the person you collaborate with is the person you met for the first time?"
"First find out the other person's preferences and build a good relationship."
"OK! He is indeed the earliest person among us to do business." Wright asked again, "What about the enemy?"
"Enemy? Of course, kill him!" Gil frowned, something suddenly occurred to him.
"What would you do if you put a powerful person in front of your enemy?"