Chapter 011

Because of the latest update, many hot posts with "HOT" appeared in the forum. When you click into each post, you can almost see Screaming Chicken roaring.

——Ahhhhhhh my little cutie has turned evil

——To be rational, Su Xiaole has never turned evil. He was evil to begin with. It’s just that we thought he was white.

——So Su Xiaole was the one behind all this?

——Su Xiaole is at most an infected human mutant. The alien beast descended from another time and space. Su Xiaole is just a beast. How can he have such great power?

——No, I don’t accept that Su Xiaole is a beast!

——He has the appearance of an angel but the heart of a devil. Seeing that he can command monsters, he should be very powerful. I originally thought he was a good-looking supporting role, but he turned out to be a mysterious figure like Boss Mo.

——Who is Su Xiaole? Why did the author give him a special chapter?

——It shouldn’t be him, it must be this, right?

In the comics, the Beijing North Safety Zone is like an auction house.

The mission guild, hunters, merchants, lone rangers, as long as they are famous, such as the auction house, will send an invitation.

Each invitation is beautifully crafted, with words engraved in gold fonts, using real gold. Although gold is no longer valuable in the world of aliens, this craftsmanship still makes those who receive the invitation interested in coming and seeing what's going on.

"Guo Hui, this auction house was only famous in the now-abandoned city of Qili. If we go in, won't it just help to strengthen their reputation?"

The truck train is a type of transportation vehicle developed by the Alliance government based on the new energy structure after the advent of aliens. However, due to the high production cost, only people with deep pockets can afford it.

Like the Yakuza, the truck can fly close to the ground. Although the flying altitude is not high, when driving in the ruins, it can ignore the uneven road surface caused by the monsters destroying the city, which is much more comfortable than the original car.

Guo Fengshi is the current president of the Beijing North Safety Zone Mission Union. Although the Beijing North Safety Zone is very close to the ruins, which causes the risk of destruction at any time, the mission union here is very developed because of its proximity to the ruins.

Guo Fengshi is capable and skillful, and most importantly, he is the nephew of the alliance chairman Li Keyui, so when Song Huixiang sent the invitation letter, the first name he thought of was his.

But just as Guo Fengshi's secretary said, even though the auction house was once very powerful, that was in the destroyed city of Qili. Now in the Beijing North Safe Zone, Guo Fengshi is the boss.

To put it bluntly, even if the Beijing North Safe Zone was really destroyed in the future, Guo Fengshi could rely on his uncle's relationship to return to the central area of ​​the alliance and continue his past prosperity.

Guo Fengshi wore gold-rimmed glasses and had his hair combed back, and his full forehead made his facial features look more three-dimensional.

"I'm not here because of this auction house. The owner of this auction house is quite interesting. He escaped from the ruins and still brought such a rich fortune. If I use his escape method, wouldn't I have an extra life?"

"Although my uncle gave me bodyguards who would take me away if I was in danger, who knows if they just happened to want to go to the restroom at that time?"

"It's better to rely on myself than on others. I can escape by myself. I don't have to worry even if the bodyguard has diarrhea."

"So I have to meet the owner of this auction house. Even if I can't learn his skill of escaping with money, I have to learn how to escape with nothing, right?"

"I heard that the owner of this auction house is a beauty. All the beauties I have seen so far are women. This is the first time I have heard of a man being called a beauty, so I have to come and take a look."

"By the way, you have already found out before coming here. Mo Huailan is indeed here today, right?"

Finally, the boss finished speaking, and the secretary quickly replied, "Yes, yes."

The bodyguard next to him had a constipated expression on his face. "Guo Hui, even if someone in our bodyguard team has diarrhea, none of us will eat the same thing, so the diarrhea you are worried about will not happen."

Guo Fengshi sat in the back seat, looking through the glass of the car at the auction house outside. His eyes were sharp and his demeanor was solemn. He said, "You look like you are constipated. Did I say you both had diarrhea at the same time? What I meant was that when I was in danger, the bodyguard next to me happened to have diarrhea."

"It's like you're protecting me today and you have diarrhea. I think you understand this description."

"It has nothing to do with what you eat. It could be a virus, or it could be because you didn't cover your eyes at night, or it could be because you drank raw water and got a bacterial infection, maybe too much."

"But you're all about to poop, and I have to approve your leave. Otherwise, wouldn't that smell that's been leaking for thousands of miles be a clue to the direction in which I can escape?"

After hearing this, the bodyguard stopped talking and decided to remain silent.

Guo Hui's description was so interesting that the secretary could see the scene in front of his eyes. After thinking for a long time, he decided to say something fair for the poor bodyguard.

"Guo Hui, even if he really has diarrhea, it probably won't be big enough to discharge thousands of miles at a time."

Guo Fengshi sighed, frowning. He pressed his forehead wearily and thought for a moment. "It doesn't have to be continuous. It can be connected by dots."

The secretary was shocked when he heard this, "But..."

The bodyguard had a sullen face and gritted his teeth to resist the urge to hit him. "Secretary Chen, there's no need to explain any more."

This expression of being unable to hold back, this tone of pain...

Guo Fengshi turned his head and looked the bodyguard up and down with his sharp eyes. The evaluating look in his eyes was like a lion striking down a competitor in the business world. Then he spoke.

"So, you want to take a leave?"

"Thank you, Mr. Guo. No need. I can hold it in."

Manager Song Huixiang, who was entertaining guests in the lobby, heard that the car of the mission union president was parked outside. He first apologized to the person he was talking to, and then hurried out.

"Is there no one outside to greet you?" Song Huixiang asked as he walked.

"Manager Xing was outside the whole time, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't see Guo Hui get out of the car. Manager Xing guessed that Guo Hui felt that we only sent a junior manager to greet him, which was disrespectful, so Guo Hui was expressing his dissatisfaction in this way."

Song Huixiang's mind raced.

Although Guo Fengshi is not the district chief of the Beijing North Safety Zone, because of his special status, he has always been one of the people that Beijing North cannot afford to mess with.

If today's negligence causes dissatisfaction to the other party, the auction house may encounter many obstacles in its future activities in northern Beijing.

He felt a little chilly when he thought about Boss Mo's reaction after he knew about this.

After coming outside, Song Huixiang walked quickly to the front of the train. With a smile on his face, he bent down and knocked on the window.

Even though he was nervous inside, he still appeared to be relaxed.

"Mr. Guo, I'm sorry, I just received the news that my name is Song Huixiang, and I'm the executive manager of the auction house."

The car window rolled down, revealing an unapproachable face. The cold gold-rimmed glasses made the person in front of him look even more unapproachable.

"Where is your boss?" Guo Fengshi asked.

Song Huixiang was worried that the other party might think that he was not of high enough status, and thus suspected that the auction house was being disrespectful in its hospitality. He quickly explained, "Boss Mo was not able to move around easily, so he did not come over. However, he also specifically instructed that we must treat you with all our heart. We have specially prepared a lounge for you. Would you like to go over first?"

Before Guo Fengshi could speak, the secretary sitting in front took over the conversation, "Since the reception room is ready, please ask Manager Song to take us there first."

Finally, he got the person to the lounge safely. Although Song Huixiang breathed a sigh of relief, he was still worried.

Normally, for the auction house's first auction, even if the boss did not appear on stage, he should at least be entertaining bigwigs from all walks of life off stage. But until now, he didn't even know where the boss was.

Not to mention Song Huixiang's chaos and order, before the auction, the auction house will first hold a cocktail party, at which the auction house will preview the items to be auctioned.

And for such an important occasion, of course the protagonist and his party are indispensable.

Meng Shubiao and his friends were wolfing down their food around a long table. "There are so many delicious foods here. Boss Mo must be very rich. And I see that everyone here is well-known. I didn't expect Boss Mo to be so powerful. Do you think the captain will come?"

In order to transport equipment for Mo Huailan, these three people have been busy these days and have been rushing to eat even a hot meal. Now that Boss Mo's auction house has started its first auction, they are moved to find that they actually received an invitation letter.

Sure enough, although Boss Mo didn't say it, he actually remembered them in his heart.

"What do you think Mr. Mo is going to auction? If it's something simple, these rich people probably won't be interested in it, right?" Compared to the other two partners, Yan Yihu's eating manners were quite polite.

"The energy core of the alien beast?" Meng Shubiao guessed.

The energy cores of aliens can be used to make weapons, and they store a lot of energy, but since not every alien has them, they are not easy to obtain.

Although it is still circulating in the market, it is not widely circulated because it is linked to military industry.

"The energy core may exist, but it cannot be the main focus. After all, although the energy core is hard to obtain for those rich people, they must have their own ways to obtain it. I really can't guess what Mr. Mo is thinking. What do you think, Aliang?"

You Shaoliang ate very quickly and had finished eating while Meng Shubiao and Yan Yihu were talking.

He shook his head and said, "I don't know."

Meng Shubiao nodded in agreement. "That's right. I heard there will be a preview later. Let's see if we can take some photos. If we can, it will be considered as supporting Mr. Mo's career."

"I'm just worried that we don't have enough money..."

Mo Huailan was operating the wheelchair. The red mole between his eyebrows made him look cold and distant, but if you looked at his eyes, you would find that even with a smile, he could look down on everyone.

"Boss, everyone is here. Manager Song just came to see you and wants you to give the opening speech."

“No time.”

Mo Huailan operated the wheelchair and got on the elevator. He suddenly laughed, "Let's auction the treatment cabin today. By the way, let's auction the startup method first, and then sell the machine after someone bids for it."

He wanted to see what effect it would have if he were to announce at the auction house something that the Coalition government had been trying to hide.

I’m looking forward to it just thinking about it.