Xie Xihe and the other returned to the backyard. Huo Yunze had already finished discussing the business with Xuanying and had delivered the goods to the black market warehouse.
At this moment, Huo Yunze's mood seemed to have improved a lot. His previous cold anger disappeared and he returned to his gentle and smiling appearance.
In contrast, Xuanying's face darkened. He glanced at Huo Yunze from time to time, his teeth itching with hatred.
How can I not hate it?
When his third uncle was twelve years old, he defeated the original Lord of Black Stone and took over Black Stone, but he only managed it for two years. After cleaning up some major problems, he handed it to him.
Xuanying is twenty-three years old this year, one year younger than Sheng Shijing. In other words, he has been forced to become the independent steward of Black Stone since he was thirteen years old.
It has been exactly ten years since then.
In the past ten years, except for the first three years when he suffered some losses at the hands of some old men in Black Stone and had to ask for help from the Third Master several times to settle the matter, no one could get the upper hand from him since he was sixteen years old.
This was the first time he was completely suppressed by someone while negotiating business with him.
Huo Yunze's own strength and courage are one aspect, but the most important thing is that he was in the wrong first, and wanted to ease the relationship with the other party. He was in a weak position from the beginning, and then he was constantly suppressed!
After the business deal was finally concluded, I suddenly realized that, let alone making any money, it would be a good thing if I didn't lose money.
But you have to swallow the sins you have committed with tears.
Xuanying signed a series of unequal treaties with tears in her eyes, and in the end she could only comfort herself by thinking that she was preparing a dowry for her third master in advance... bah, preparing a betrothal gift.
It’s hard to find a wife these days!
Huo Yunze didn't know what the other party was thinking. If he knew, he might have torn up the contract directly, took his goods and his sister and left.
As soon as he saw Xie Xihe, he immediately waved at her and said with a smile, "It's getting late. You still have a competition tomorrow. Should we go back first?"
Xie Xihe responded, then took out a small black box from the bag he had been carrying and handed it to Xuanying: "My auction item."
A look of surprise flashed in Xuanying's eyes. He raised his eyebrows and reached out to take the small box.
Without thinking too much, I opened the lid of the box and looked down.
Zhu Ming didn't expect Xie Xihe to take out something for auction. Curious, he leaned over to look, but before he could see clearly what was in the box, he heard a crisp sound.
Xuanying suddenly closed the lid of the box quickly, and looked up at Xie Xihe abruptly, his smiling eyes completely filled with shock.
Xuanying only felt that his heart was beating wildly, almost jumping out of his chest.
He stared at Xie Xihe without blinking, his throat dry: "Miss Xie..."
"No matter how you auction it, I only have one request." Xie Xihe raised his peach blossom eyes, his gaze dark, and said, "Do a good job of publicity."
"Also." She raised her eyes and said calmly, "This was accidentally discovered by someone in the black market. It has nothing to do with me."
Xuanying's throat became even drier, and even his breathing became heavier.
He looked at Xie Xihe, but saw that the girl's expression was calm, no different from before, as if she didn't know what she had taken out.
But how could you really not know?
Xuanying had a lot to say and a lot of questions to ask, but in the end he just nodded solemnly: "I understand."
Xie Xihe hummed, then turned to look at Huo Yunze and said, "Let's go."
Huo Yunze opened his mouth, but the words that came out of his mouth were: "Okay."
The group left the black market.
Xuanying stood in the open space in the backyard for a long time, until his body was permeated with cold air and he suddenly came to his senses.
He glanced at the small black box in his hand with a complicated look, then turned and went deep into the black market's warehouse. At the same time, he called Sheng Shijing in the United States and said, "Third Master, I need to apply for permission to open the highest level secret room in Blackstone."
Sheng Shijing was still in TISO's database. Hearing this, he stopped what he was doing and his eyes flickered slightly: "What is it?"
Xuanying took a breath and replied, "Chip."
After a pause, he added: "The core of the starry sky."
Sheng Shijing suddenly raised his eyes, his fingertips twitching unconsciously: "Who sent it?"
Xuanying smiled bitterly: "It's not a party, it's a person."
He paused again, his expression extremely strange: "My lady gave it to me."
Sheng Shijing: “…”
It took him a while to digest the news relayed by Xuanying, and he couldn't help but press his brows: "I understand. You can go over now. I will give you the permission."
Xuanying: “Yes.”
Sheng Shijing casually pulled a computer from the desk beside him. His feet felt numb after squatting for so long, so he pulled a file sheet from the bookshelf as a cushion and sat down on the floor.
His bony fingers tapped slowly on the keyboard, and at the same time many ideas flashed through his mind, gradually outlining a not very clear but initially formed relationship diagram.
Future, X, Chongli, Down God...
More and more people who had disappeared for a long time reappeared, and among each of them, there was the figure of his beloved.
I don’t know which people came for her, and which people... maybe they were her?
The sound of keyboard tapping continued to ring out, and a smile appeared on Sheng Shijing's lips.
But no matter which the case is, one thing is certain - this auction is getting more and more exciting.
Sheng Shijing pressed the last key, and a small secret room deep in the black market opened. He put the computer aside, stretched his stiff long legs, and wanted to get up.
But when he saw the file bag that he was using as a cushion, his eyes suddenly focused and he reached out and slowly picked up the file bag.
It was a very ordinary kraft paper file bag, but unlike other file bags, the cover was not filled with corresponding information. Instead, there was a small line of words written in the lower right corner - From my son Heng.
Measure it.
Something whizzed through his heart, Sheng Shijing's fingertips tightened, and his dark eyes were dark.
After an unknown amount of time, he reached out, unsealed the file bag one circle at a time, and reached in.
Half an hour later.
Sheng Shijing folded the paper in his hand neatly along the original creases and put it back into the file bag slowly.
His pair of dark, deep pupils showed no emotion, but if Xie Xihe were here, he would definitely be able to detect the murderous intent roaring in the depths of his eyes.
Evil energy surged all over his body.
Sheng Shijing pinched his fingertips, barely controlling the rage in his heart, until a light and ethereal sound of music rang out.
He lowered his head, stared at the phone screen for a long time, and slowly pressed the answer button.
The girl's lazy voice came from the receiver, like a cold spring, instantly extinguishing the restlessness in his heart.
Sheng Shijing's voice became hoarse as he said, "Qingqing, I miss you."
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