Lu Mingfei sat on the bed in the hotel, looking at the blue-white dragon tendons in the suitcase, feeling helpless in his heart. He still remembered the way Uncle De handed this thing to him covered in blood, and Uncle De smiled.
I was very happy and said to him: "Mingfei, this is your birthday gift."
That look was as terrifying as possible, and it frightened the new school girl Xia Mi next to him. However, Lu Mingfei always felt that it was just Uncle De who didn't like this thing, so he gave the dragon tendon to him.
According to Chu Zihang, the academic master, this thing should be a piece of cartilage in the body of the dragon, similar to the spine of a sturgeon. The whole dragon tendon is not short. Ander just cut off two meters of the dragon tendon and gave it to Lu Mingfei.
Angers took care of the rest.
"What are you doing? Why don't you use this thing to make a belt for dad?" As a Chinese, Lu Mingfei couldn't help but think of that Chinese myth and legend. The little hero Nezha pulled out the Dragon King Three
The prince's dragon tendons are going to be used as a belt for his father.
Lu Mingfei looked at the dragon tendon that occupied most of the suitcase, and sighed helplessly. This thing was too big, and it was not convenient to handle it. However, this was probably the most precious birthday gift he had ever received.
It's not easy to value the flesh and blood of three generations. In Ender's words, it is called a priceless treasure.
Or more generally, this thing is rare, but not very valuable.
Today, Lu Mingfei had to be dragged by his uncle to look at those useless but valuable things.
Ender had always looked down upon things like auctions, but it was a novel thing for Lu Mingfei. The last time he came into contact with something like an auction was in an online novel.
The protagonists usually encounter some adventure in such a place, and then there is the cliche process of raising prices and off-site robbery.
But according to what Ander said, truly valuable things will not be auctioned in places like this. Guys like him will take action to get precious things in advance, and this auction is nothing more than leading Mingfei to play.
play games.
It's a boring numbers game. Anyway, it's the secret party that spends the money, not Ender's gold.
Maybe Uncle De is right, modern finance is just a game of constant transformation of data. It is obvious that what you get are only false numbers on the account and insignificant pieces of paper, but people are crazy about it and flock to it.
With this in mind, Lu Mingfei put on a new suit. Chu Zihang and others had returned to school. His senior brother should be training now, and his sister Lu Li would be entering school in September.
Ender said that he should leave her in the academy and get used to it first.
However, the child was really not suitable for participating in the secret party. There were too many troublesome people there. Lu Mingfei buttoned the button on his wrist, but he thought of Tom Riddle's pale face, and he didn't know that Voldemort.
What happened next?
After finishing everything, Lu Mingfei looked at himself in the full-length mirror and straightened up involuntarily. His hair was still a mess, but his energy was much better than before, with a youthful vigor.
Opening the door, in the matching living room outside, Ander sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, casually looking at the auction list in his hand, which was full of works of art that made Ander uninterested.
The Brass Dragon is a species of dragon that lives in the desert. Perhaps because of the harsh natural environment of the desert, they prefer works that can show the spirit of intelligent creatures. But from Ender's perspective, these works are
It's not really outstanding, it's mostly vulgar stuff with no emotional color.
"Eh, that's really boring." Ander shook his head: "Time can only rot thoughts and bring no value."
Ender didn't like antiquities. Some dragons might love collecting ancient coins, but in Ender's view, such behavior was far from being what a good collector would do.
It's just time. As a dragon, the most important thing he lacks is time.
Seeing Lu Mingfei going out, Ander took a look at his attire. The suit on his body did not match his temperament. With a youthful immaturity, Ander knocked on the table and motioned for the other party to sit down, and then picked up his bag from the space.
With a little fuss, he took out some jewelry and asked Lu Mingfei to take it with him.
"I went to Angers to get a watch and a brooch. You can take it with you. We'll set off later." Ander stuffed the things into Lu Mingfei's hands in an awkward manner, and collapsed on the sofa again, lazily.
Feeling so complacent that I can't lift my spirits.
"Uncle De, what brand is this watch?" Lu Mingfei looked at it. He didn't know much about these things, so he could only ask.
Ander waved his hand lazily: "What brand, how do I know? They are all money-stealing things, not interesting."
Lu Mingfei smiled and strapped the watch on. Ender never cared about this. In his opinion, it was shameless to ask so much money for a watch or a piece of clothing that was not even enchanted.
"Okay, let's go when we're ready." Ender was still wearing the mage's robe. The color of the robe showed gradient colors in the sunlight. If he looked carefully, he seemed to be able to see a giant dragon shuttling through the fabric.
Lu Mingfei secretly sighed in his heart, probably clothing like this is considered valuable in Ander's eyes.
"Well, your mission today is to spend money." Ander took out a black card and handed it to Lu Mingfei: "There is fifty million dollars in this card. Your mission today is to spend it all."
At that moment, Lu Mingfei felt that the card in his hand was a little heavy, and his breathing became faster. Seeing his appearance, Ander patted his shoulder and said, "Don't worry, remember what I said."
No, it’s just a game.”
As he spoke, Ender drew a horizontal line with his hand: "You spent the money today, and when tomorrow, it will be returned to this card."
"but why?"
"Because of the cycle, the entire world's money is in a cycle. In this damn ZB society, it is a sin if you don't spend money. It's really annoying, isn't it?" Ander shrugged and pulled Lu Ming.
Before going downstairs, a car that had been prepared for a long time parked in front of the hotel, took the two of them and drove towards Chicago's Municipal Opera House.
That is the location of today's auction. At the entrance of the Opera House, time seems to have gone back to the 1950s, the golden age that Americans are obsessed with. Elegant gentlemen and ladies held hands and walked through the classically decorated and exaggerated door.
Get into it.
A young white man with brown hair opened the door for Andra and said in extremely standard Chinese: "Mr. Lu Andela, please."
Ander got out of the car, and the elegant gentlemen and ladies around him lowered their proud heads the moment they saw him, watching Ander and Lu Mingfei enter the auction house with awe in their eyes.
"Have you seen it? There's no need to be timid. Now you are their most precious guest." Ander winked at Lu Mingfei and said with a smile.