There are not many white people in this auction, and there are people of all races. After all, this is a charity party organized by Ms. Zhou Huiru, the first vice president of Longshan Company. Anyone who receives the invitation must definitely give this face. In terms of face,
In fact, Zhou Huiru is bigger than the company's president Guo Tianjian.
Who makes the man behind the family the actual owner of this company?
The white man who came over was named Mike. He was the first of the many foreigners who had been paying attention to Xue Wusuan to come up and talk to him. It was already very rare for him to be able to withstand the repulsion from a group of monks and stutter his mouth.
Firstly, he is brave enough, and secondly, he seems to be sure that his behavior will not arouse any resentment.
Because this white man named Mike is not a simple businessman or rich man, his fame is in other fields. Just like the old man Jianchen beside Xue Wusuan, this Mike is backed by dark magic.
Teachers Association. He is the general manager in charge of Eastern affairs.
Xue Wusuan did not chase them away. He was curious about what this Mike came to see him for. The bullshit Dark Magician Association was a transitional product created by Xue Wusuan by the Zombies. The purpose was nothing more than to ease the situation.
This method allows the monk system to slowly penetrate into the daily lives of Westerners and Americans. When the conditions are ripe, it will be time for this transitional product to exit. By then, there will only be monks in the world, and there will no longer be those magicians.
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"Dear Mr. Xue, please allow me to extend my most sincere greetings to you on behalf of my master, Chief Dakan. I also ask your forgiveness for not being able to give you the full gift at the moment."
The Chinese is very standard, and the etiquette of hand-over is also quite good. The words are spoken in a low voice, just so that Xue Wusuan and the others can understand.
Xue Wusuan nodded and did not answer. On the other hand, Jian Chen beside him smiled and said, "Mr. Mike, are you okay? Please sit down."
Compared to Xue Wusuan, Jian Chen and Ma Weicheng are still very familiar with this white man. After all, they are basically a family, with frequent contacts, and in addition to the Zombie clan, Mike's cultivation also comes from Jian Chen.
Went to ask for advice.
“Mr.
.At the same time, I secretly appreciated that Mike was worthy of being born into politics, and he had seized the opportunity very well.
"Oh? What do you think? Let's talk about it." Xue Wusuan lit up the cigarette out of habit, then took a glass of red wine from the hand of the messenger beside him, smelled it, and evaporated the wine in the cup with a wave of mana in his hand.
liquid, and then he turned over and took a pot of wine and poured it on.
This series of random actions made Mike a little nervous. He was not an "outsider". Dakan had told him many things. He also knew that the man in front of him was not only the richest man in the world, but also owned the Dragon Tiger Academy.
There is a super being who also controls the entire Dark Magician Association. Maybe Mike is still thinking that the entire Zombie tribe seems to be crawling at his feet.
What is the Dark Magician Association? It’s like a baby in front of the Zombies, let alone in the eyes of this Mr. Xue?
Since Mike came into Dakan's sight and was entrusted with important tasks to learn more secrets, he understood in his heart that the Dark Magician Association will one day be liquidated. Because it is just a tool, a tool for Mr. Xue to integrate the world.
Look at the Dragon and Tiger Academy. It’s so harsh to recruit disciples, even if you save one for a million, then look at the Dark Magician Association? It’s just garbage that cannot be put on the table. Who can leave garbage behind after taking advantage of it?
Mike doesn't want to be trash. He knows a lot now. He hopes that he is not just a temporary item found by the Zombies. He wants to enjoy this status and a long-lasting life for a long time. And who can do all this?
Who has the final say? He feels that only Mr. Xue in front of him has the final say.
The Zombies are a closed self-centered group, powerful, but without much innovative spirit and no ambition. What scares Mike the most is that in the eyes of the Zombies, human beings have the same status as a plate of roast chicken. Nowadays, the Zombies
If he doesn't care about Mike and is really crawling at Mr. Xue's feet, then why does he have any hesitation?
"Dear Mr. Xue, in fact, it's not just me. There are actually many children with spiritual talents in the West and the United States. I hope I can do something that I can for you and your Longhu Academy."
"Haha, you have great ideas. I know, you, I will remember it too. Go back and help Dakan. What is yours is yours, don't worry. Go ahead."
An immortal waste after being transformed by the Zombie clan, with zero mental state cultivation. Xue Wusuan could immediately tell what was running in this kind of person's mind without having to guess. But he also thought it was funny and had no interest in listening any more. He waved his hand and understood.
, and gave a word of encouragement.
Mike also knew what was going on, and his purpose was to let Xue Wusuan know him. Now that he had completely achieved it, with Xue Wusuan's words, he was heartbroken. He bowed and left.
“Mr.
Hinted."
"This is not an issue they should consider, and it is not an issue you should consider. Okay, put down my wine. You have had three glasses. It is not good for you to drink too much. Share some with others."
Jian Chen, an old monk, handed the wine bottle to Ma Weicheng in a sullen voice, and the latter quickly distributed it to the other monks of Longhu Academy with a smile.
This is the wine of Mr.
Just when a few people were sharing the wine, everyone in the venue had arrived. Zhou Huiru, as the initiator, naturally went up to give a speech, and was the first to sell her own set of jewelry there. The jewelry is an old item, which was used in ancient palaces in the past.
The items in the auction are of great value, and Zhou Huiru paid a lot of money to buy them. Now that she is willing to sell them for charity, she probably wants to give the auction house a good start.
However, Xue Wusuan caught the reluctance in Zhou Huiru's eyes when she put down the set of jewelry.
This woman is really stupid.
"Ten million. I plan to buy this jewelry and give it to my wife."
The person who spent the money was a businessman from the Middle East. After he finished speaking, he politely smiled and bowed to Xue Wusuan's table. The meaning was obvious: Look, Mr.
?The market price is less than 5 million, so I’ll just ask for 10 million.
It was indeed a face-saving gesture. Xue Wusuan also smiled and raised his glass to the Middle Eastern businessman, indicating that he was impressed. He turned his head and raised his hand: "One hundred million, I also want to buy it for my wife."