Walking through the dark and fragrant corridor, under the bright light of the crystal lamp above his head, Ander led Lu Mingfei to a box on the top of the auction venue, overlooking the entire venue from above.
The box was very quiet, and the soft seats made Lu Mingfei feel like his whole body was sinking in, and he couldn't help but relax. However, the black card in his hand reminded him that he still had a heavy task today.
He never thought that spending money would one day turn into a task. Lu Mingfei flipped through the auction list. They were all in Chinese, but when they were put together, he had no idea what they meant.
Gorgeous platters from the Qing Dynasty, abstract paintings by a modern artist whose name I have never heard of, statues that look like monsters in Silent Hill, and cylindrical objects of unknown purpose taken out of ancient tombs...
"That's a jade stopper used to block the seven orifices in ancient China," Ander said, pointing to the jade cylindrical object: "People at that time believed that there was a breath of air in the corpse, and if the seven orifices were blocked, they would not be discouraged.
"
"This thing is still for stuffing in the nose." Lu Mingfei turned a page with some disgust, but heard Ander continue to say: "Of course not, it is used to stuff the inside of the valley."
"Ah, this..." Lu Mingfei's young head added strange knowledge: "People in ancient times were quite good at playing."
"Maybe it's not an ancient person. This thing can appear here, but it is related to those pseudo-dragons. Maybe it was stuffed into the butt of a fourth-generation species back then." Ender shrugged. Because of the cocoon-transforming mechanism of the dragon clan,
It is difficult to kill. In ancient times, when some weak dragons were captured, they would be sealed by the people at that time using various methods, and the jade plug may be part of a sealing ceremony.
Lu Mingfei raised his head blankly at this moment: "Is this related to the Dragon Clan?"
"Of course, kid," Ender pointed down: "Have you seen those guys dressed up like the old hats of the last century? The mixed-race people in the United States are like this kind of guys. Their minds are always stuck in the 1950s.
Era."
Lu Mingfei had heard some classmates from the United States talk about the mixed-race families in the United States. Most of them were descendants of the mixed-race families that had declined in Europe at that time. They had little influence. They came to the United States alone to make a living, and then became farmers in the vast and sparsely populated United States.
, lived a dissolute life on his plantation.
Most of the black students at Cassel College can trace their ancestors back to an ancestor who was a slave on a plantation. Thanks to this group of people, the number of mixed-race people in the United States has greatly increased.
"This group of people are helpless idiots. They are unable to influence the mixed-race world, and now they are also unable to influence the politics of the United States." Ender's finger passed over each person's head, as if mocking their ignorance: "We can only
Wear clothes from the old era and miss the good life in the past.”
"So Ming Fei can't be rich for more than three generations. It's common for me to be a hero and my son to be a coward." Ander looked at Lu Mingfei with a smile, and then said: "But don't be sad, to a large extent, I am a hero.
A hero means he no longer has to be a hero for the sake of his son."
Lu Mingfei lowered his head and looked at the mixed-race people sitting in the audience. Looking from top to bottom, their figures were so small, as small as Lego figures in a toy store, and their elegant behavior was
At this time, it seems to have an additional layer of comical meaning.
"But it's different now, right, Uncle De," Lu Mingfei said after a moment of silence: "The world is about to end. Even if I am a coward, I have to become a hero, right?"
Ander smiled and said nothing. He just put down the product catalog in his hand and patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder: "You have to know that heroes emerge in troubled times not because of luck or metaphysics, but under the most difficult circumstances.
It's just that the person's ability has been exposed, so don't put too much pressure on yourself, maybe the Black King will be resurrected and then be killed by a nuclear bomb."
Lu Mingfei showed a helpless smile. Just how powerful the Black King is is an important topic discussed by the secret party. According to the records of ancient myths and documents, this thing is just like the Wings of Death. Every move can cause a catastrophe.
.
Maybe the first thing the Black King does after his resurrection is to fly over Australia, and then shout: "I am the Cataclysm!" Maybe.
"Uncle De, how powerful is the Black King?" Lu Mingfei asked this question. He also wanted to know what Ender, the secret party's highest combat power, thought of the Black King.
Ender was silent for a moment, tapped his finger on the armrest, and then said: "Did you know that every dragon king wants to devour other brothers and sisters, but what exactly is urging them behind?"
"Could it be that..." Lu Mingfei felt a chill all over his body.
Ender nodded: "They may have been worried about the Black King's resurrection and wanted to gain strength by devouring other Dragon Kings to fight against him."
"This is too ridiculous. Why can't the Dragon King cooperate again and defeat the Black King?" Lu Mingfei was very dissatisfied with Ander's conjecture. Obviously, this conjecture did not convince him, but Ander didn't care and turned his attention to
Auction venue below: "It makes no sense to say this kind of thing. I can tell you that the Black King can destroy the solar system with one blow, but how strong it is can only be known after fighting it."
The auction below had already begun while the two were chatting. The first lot was an abstract art painting that Lu Mingfei couldn't understand. There were countless black spots on the huge white canvas like Dalmatians. The canvas looked at least
It is three meters high and ten meters wide. Fortunately, the auction house was originally a stage, otherwise it would not have been moved up.
"What is this?" Lu Mingfei looked at the participants who were actively bidding. Monk Zhang Er was confused: "Even elementary school students can draw better than this."
"That's because you are on top, but if you look at it from below, this painting is still very shocking," Ander spread his hands and said, "Because the canvas is large, it looks very handsome and can take up more space."
"The most important thing is that it is modern enough and artistic enough," Ander said indifferently: "And the group of people below need such things to support the scene."
Sure enough, that weird abstract painting was auctioned off by a man for a high price of three million, which made Lu Mingfei wonder if there was something wrong with his aesthetics.
The next lot is a vase from the Qing Dynasty. According to Ander, it is a fine piece, but the craftsmanship is too strong and the spirit is not enough. It is not the best kind. However, with a kind of simple patriotism, Lu Mingfei
I raised my hand once and finally spent three million to take a photo of this vase.
"Uncle De, I have a question." Lu Mingfei turned his head quietly and looked at Ander with a smirk on his face: "Isn't this price a bit too high?"