Chapter 242 Photographing the Black Box
In the largest box of the auction, Xiang Huang looked down at the auction items.
The Wang family and the Xiang family were both co-organizers of this auction. The agent of the Kosa family came in person. As the only son of the Xiang family and because they had met before, he was sent to accompany Akbar.
Don't be fooled by Huang Pili's ruffian attitude. He is a man who comes from a wealthy family and is actually quite cunning.
Akbar is a very mysterious person. Xiang Huang only knows that he is very particular about life. He does not use anything that is not the best, and he does not buy anything that is not expensive.
Even if he likes something worth ten dollars, he will try to raise the price to one thousand star coins before he is willing to buy it.
"Akbar, is this black box special?" The box was too quiet, and Xiang Huang had to bite the bullet to break the silence.
Akbar drank the medicine and his mouth felt bitter. There was a hint of blue in his eyes. His brown curly hair fell on his forehead. He had a slight beard but it was clean-shaven.
He responded boredly, "It's too cheap and an eyesore."
Xiang Huang: ...The day has been talked to death again.
The box next door...
"Yunmo, at this rate, the other side is bound to win," Lin Fancheng said anxiously.
Liu Yueban also said: "From what I've observed, the one bidding the highest price is Box 8. He's bought about ten items from the beginning until now, but as long as he's involved, nothing goes unsold. He's too rich, we can't compete with him."
Yun Mo sat up straight and looked at Liu Yueban seriously, "Can you help me?"
"What help?" Liu Yueban stood there in a daze.
"I just saw Xiang Huang, Wang Mingtao's buddy. Isn't he in box eight? Go and chat with him. By the way, I'll keep the pendant around your neck for you." Yun Mo stretched out her hand.
Liu Yueban: ...I felt like my chest was stabbed and bleeding.
Is it really okay to take advantage of someone's flaws so openly? You're treating him like a hapless person! And the kind that could bring trouble to others!
"Hurry up, the bidding is going pretty fast..." Yun Mo urged him.
"No, I don't know Xiang Huang," Liu Yue scratched his head and smiled bitterly.
"We got to know each other after just chatting. In just half a year, there is no one in the school that you don't know. I believe in your ability to communicate."
Yun Mo didn't even raise her head, carefully observing the black box of the mecha, and continued to urge him, "Hurry up, hurry up, the price is being raised again."
Lin Fancheng also joined in the commotion: "Hurry up, hurry up, I want to make an offer."
"Let me accompany you."
Mo Mo volunteered to jump up. He actually wanted to see what the rich man looked like.
When he opened the door, a huge question mark appeared on Xiang Huang's forehead, "Who are you?"
"We just met. We are friends of Wang Mingtao. We live next door. Can we come in and talk?"
Liu Yueban always smiles with his eyes squinting. He has a slightly mature face and is fat. He has a gentle and non-aggressive temperament, which makes it easy for people to let down their guard.
Don't hit someone who smiles at you. Xiang Huang looked into the house.
Seeing that Akbar had no objection, he led his men to the corner, which was separated from the living room in the middle by a screen so that people would not feel that their private space was being invaded.
"What's up?" Xiang Huang was sitting there, not really paying attention. Wang Mingtao's friend was looking for him? What did he want?
Liu Yueban looked at Mo Mo, and Mo Mo looked at Liu Yueban...
The three of them had absolutely no common topics. The only bond between them was Wang Mingtao, but he was just Yunmo's friend, not theirs. Even if Liu Yue was good at making things up, he would still be stumped at this moment.
After a moment of silence, they decided to try to delay.
Xiang Huang shook his legs intermittently, waiting for them to speak.
"Ah, this auction is really great. I heard that you are also a sponsor," Liu Yueban said in his opening remarks.
"If you have something to say, just say it directly," Xiang Huang glanced at the living room. Many people came to him, and most of those who hesitated were just trying to curry favor with him.
Liu Yueban was about to speak.
"Nine hundred thousand!" the auctioneer's voice came over with an inflammatory tone.
"Hey, your power has declined," Mo Mo looked at Liu Yueban and said something irrelevant.
Liu Yueban: ...
Xiang Huang: ...
"One million!"
"Mr. Yun is going to miscalculate..."
Xiang Huang had lost his patience and was about to say that he had something else to do and would talk later.
"cough".
Liu Yueban has such a high EQ that I knew he was going to see the guests off just by looking at his movements.
So, he raised his hand to his mouth, coughed dryly, and interrupted Xiang Huang first, "I can calculate, do you want to ask?"
Xiang Huang: ...What a mess?
Mo Mo: ...What possessed you?
Without waiting for Xiang Huang to speak, Liu Yueban cleared his throat and took out three coins from his pocket. "Do you believe in metaphysics?"
Xiang Huang: ...
Xiang Huang has an Baidu Encyclopedia, and Liu Yueban had read about it on the way here.
Liu Yueban recalled Yunmo's catchphrase, "I see your forehead is dark, I'm afraid something bad will happen in the near future."
As for what kind of trouble is going to happen? Emmm, just wait for five more minutes, wait until they finish the auction and let Yunmo take care of it.
"There's a red pimple on the corner of your forehead... uh, a red pimple on the corner of your forehead... maybe you had an argument with your family?" Liu Yueban thought of what Yun Mo said when she diagnosed him with pimples on his head.
It is impossible for young people to have no conflicts with their families. There is no loophole in this statement.
…
Liu Yueban spoke slowly, his Federal language interspersed with incomprehensible ancient sayings. By a combination of deception and observing people's expressions, he managed to say quite a bit.
Xiang Huang had long seen through the fact that he was talking nonsense, but Wang Mingtao actually treated such a person as a guest of honor. He decided to wait and see, maybe he would have a chance to laugh at him in the future.
As they talked lively, Akbar began to feel uncomfortable. His physique made him very sensitive to the environment.
The auction continued, and Akbar was distracted, feeling like nothing he did was right.
He unbuttoned his collar, leaned back on the sofa, and tossed the quote machine to the bodyguard. "Go ahead and quote, increasing the price by 100,000 each time."
With a "bang", the quoter fell onto the table.
In order to meet the diverse needs of guests, this room is equipped with an automatic card table.
Just by chance, the quote machine touched the switch, the desktop opened, the quote machine fell, and was shuffled like a deck of cards.
Liu Yueban and Mo Mo retired after completing their mission.
Without this powerful troublemaker, Yun Mo bought the black box for 1.2 million star coins.
Satisfied, but also a little hungry.
Another feature of the auction house is the delicious food. Walking down the spiral retro staircase, even the knowledgeable Yun Mo was shocked by the luxurious scene.
The floor was a self-cleaning carpet that swayed slightly as I walked, instantly cleaning away the finest dust. Overhead was a sparkling chandelier—I couldn't tell what it was made of, but it shone with a multicolored light.
It seems that even the trash can in the corner is carved from the finest lapis lazuli, creating a unique landscape.
A huge platter, the name of which could not be pronounced, was placed across the middle of the hall, and well-dressed guests were toasting with wine glasses.
Many people here have a purpose, and it is rare to see people eating as seriously as they do.
Several people occupied a corner of the living room, eating and chatting lively.
(End of this chapter)
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