She was so embarrassed that she raised her hands to scratch her hair.
The driver hurriedly explained: "It's my wife who wants your autograph."
"Your wife wants my autograph. Why?" Wan Qiang was slightly surprised.
"My wife has always liked you. She's seen all your dramas. She says she's a beauty addict, and she's all about your looks." The driver asked cautiously, "Can you sign an autograph for me?"
"good."
Half an hour later, the taxi arrived at the address Chen Du had given. Before getting out, Wan Qiang signed for the driver and wrote a phone number on the next page of her notebook, "If you encounter any problems you can't solve, call me."
The driver was ecstatic, "Thank you, Master Wan."
After the taxi drove away, Xianglan asked Wanqiang in confusion, "Aunt, why did you leave him your number? You don't seem like someone who has any special feelings for fans."
Wan Qiang looked deeply at the direction the taxi was going. "His forehead is dark and there's a deathly aura on his head. He's going to be in big trouble."
Xianglan was anxious when she heard this, "Huh? Then why didn't you remind him just now?"
"If you arbitrarily interfere with the karma of others, you will suffer backlash."
Xianglan nodded thoughtfully, "So you give him your phone number and wait for him to contact you and ask for help."
Wan Qiang nodded.
At this time, the person sent by Chen Du to pick up Wan Qiang arrived. He was a middle-aged man in his forties. As soon as they met, he said respectfully, "Master Wan, President Chen is waiting for you."
…
This is a villa park. Wan Qiang originally thought that she had arrived at Chen Du's home, but she never expected that there was a different world inside the park. There was an auction house that looked ordinary from the outside but was very stylish inside.
As the middle-aged man led Wan Qiang into the auction house, Chen Du greeted them happily, "Master Wan."
Wan Qiang nodded, which was considered as a greeting to Shen Du.
Chen Du led the way for her, and the two of them went to an elegant pavilion and sat down together.
Chen Du made and poured tea for Wan Qiang with extreme respect, and at the same time gave a brief introduction to the auction house.
From his introduction, Wan Qiang learned that Linlang Pavilion was the only auction house in Sheng State that was invitation-only, and only extremely powerful people could enter.
"Mr. Shen, I wonder what you are seeking at this auction house today?"
Chen Du pondered for a moment and responded, "We're going to launch a limited edition high-end jewelry next quarter, and we need violets."
As he spoke, Chen Du handed the invitation to Wan Qiang.
Wan Qiang lowered her eyes and saw the bold and emphasized words on it: There is a glass-type violet rough stone from the old mine No. 39 in Myanmar City.
Wan Qiang raised her eyebrows slightly and asked, "Gambling on stones is all about luck. How can they be so sure?"
"Last month, 324 rough stones were produced from the No. 39 old mine in Myanmar City, of which 6 produced glass-type violet and 15 produced top-grade imperial green." Chen Du said with a sigh, "These figures are dazzling. The rumor in the circle is that the rough stones from the No. 39 old mine in Myanmar City are the easiest to produce high-quality stones."
Wan Qiang said "Oh" meaningfully, "Really?"
Chen Du nodded, "The official data cannot be false. Master Wan, I'll trouble you later."
As soon as he finished speaking, a person of such noble status as Chen Du actually bowed deeply to Wan Qiang!
…
At 4:36 p.m., the small auction started on time at the auspicious time chosen by Linlang Pavilion Auction House.
According to the host, this auction item consists of a total of 30 rough stones, all of which come from No. 39 Old Mine in Myanmar City.
Wan Qiang took a casual glance and found that the participants were all rich or noble, and were bigwigs from all over the world.
30 pieces of raw stones, 45 big guys.
This auction is destined to be a war without gunpowder!
Each of the big guys has an Accord. When the auction starts, one of the doors of the Accord will automatically open, revealing the situation on the auction floor.
The distance is neither too far nor too close, so you can see the items in the auction without losing the experience.
"The first rough stone tonight is numbered 39-1, and the starting price is 100,000."
After the host finished speaking, standard and official Mandarin prices were heard for different Accords.
"200,000."
"500,000."
"800,000."
"1.5 million."
“…”
"Four million."
As the auction was in full swing, Chen Du sat upright and asked Wan Qiang beside him, "Master Wan, is this 39-1 worth bidding for?"
Wan Qiang's eyes have never left the 39-1 since it appeared in her sight.
It looks ordinary, but it is actually full of death and is definitely not a good thing.
If an ordinary person buys this raw stone, he will at best become seriously ill, or at worst die quickly.
Xianglan had been following Wanqiang, and when she saw the 39-1, her mouth opened into an "O" shape.
"Auntie, that thing is so evil."
Wan Qiang said "hmm", "Mr. Shen, do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"
"Of course it's the truth." Shen Du said bluntly.
Wan Qiang: "39-1 is the glass-type violet you want. But... even if you bid for it, you won't be able to use it even if you live to buy it."
Wan Qiang's expression was very serious.
Chen Du, who was about to press the bid button, withdrew his hand angrily, his expression a mixture of reluctance and fear. "Master Wan, what do you mean by that?"
"There's something wrong with that rough stone." Wan Qiang spoke forcefully. "Or, to put it another way, all the rough stones at the auction house tonight have problems."
Shen Du didn’t understand.
Wan Qiang didn't explain, but added in a very Buddhist way, "Mr. Chen, if you believe me, then don't shoot together."
If it weren't for what happened in the live broadcast room before, Chen Du would definitely suspect Wan Qiang, but... there are no ifs.
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