[Chapter 2 Chapter 2 The cruel story of being sold to the Golden Triangle, Bai Yueguang (2)]
The creepy gaze was like a sinister claw attacking Yan Qing.
Yan Qing subconsciously wanted to hide, but he endured it.
She can't be impulsive.
The waiter ordered her to show her things. There was a button on the other end. If she didn't obey, she would be punished by electric shock.
She finally recovered some strength, but if the electric shock paralyzed her body and she lost control, she would be in despair.
Her primary task now is to survive intact in this man-eating Golden Triangle.
Gritting her teeth and closing her eyes, she followed the trainer's instructions.
Her round almond-shaped eyes were half-closed and half-open, exuding a charming look, and her teeth, clenched in humiliation, left a bloody mark on her lower lip.
Yan Qing grabbed the railing, looking timid, wanting to hide but not daring to, with tears in his eyes.
To some people, this attitude seems more like wanting to refuse but also to accept.
The waiter, who was only separated from her by a cage, had a slight breathing stagnation, and the expressions of everyone on the field also changed.
The gaze that fell on her was hot and obscene, as if he wanted to strip off her dress with his eyes.
Not all those who participate in the auction are honest people. Some are legitimate businessmen, while others are involved in shady business.
One by one, the men in suits raised their bidding cards, just like the prostitutes in ancient times who spent huge sums of money on the most beautiful courtesans.
Their lustful gazes seemed to grow flesh and blood and bite through every inch of the beauty on the stage.
Yan Qingwei closed his eyes and glanced at these people, his gaze pausing slightly on the face of the owner of table number six.
The middle-aged man, whose face glowed when he smiled, wore a pair of silver-rimmed glasses and had a very obvious black mole on the tip of his nose.
The buyer of the original owner in the plot.
A cunning businessman, a gentle devil.
There are usually only two outcomes for women who are auctioned off.
Either they are obedient and completely reduced to being playthings dependent on men, or they are disobedient and are sent to the black market to become organ donors, and after death they are not even left with a complete corpse.
And the original owner was the latter.
This man kept the original owner by his side and tortured her, locking her in a small room like a golden cage and not giving her any clothes to cover her body.
After she bit him, he gave her to his men and threw her into the black market.
The murderous intent was churning in his internal organs, and Yan Qing's heart sank.
The body of the original owner was a one-to-one copy, too weak and petite to bear the weight, especially since she was drugged, the chances of her successfully resisting were slim.
She tried calling the system.
[Sorry, host, your first mission is an assessment, I can't provide you with any help]
Xiao Ba didn't pretend to be dead, but it was no different from being dead.
While Yan Qing obeyed the instructor and posed in a shameful posture, he also squinted his eyes and secretly looked at the people in the hall.
The bidding price rose from US$10,000 to US$500,000. After the man with glasses who bought the original owner raised the sign, the others gave up the idea of competing with him.
This shows that his status is not low.
Is it really impossible to change the ending where the original owner was taken away by him?
Yan Qing gritted his teeth and turned his gaze to another person.
Table number eight was placed in the center, and the seats around it were separated, as if its owner didn't like the hustle and bustle and left an empty seat for him.
The man with ordinary features had a pair of eyes that could not be ignored, his ash-gray pupils were like sharp animal pupils.
Compared with other people who were dressed in formal suits, he was dressed much more casually, and the bidding sign was thrown far away at the other end of the table.
He casually played with the butterfly knife in his hand, his eyes occasionally scanning the auction table.
The fear of others, the special seat at the table, and the fact that he could bring weapons here openly all showed that his identity was extraordinary.
Such a person can at least compete with the man with glasses.
If we change the buyer, can we change the storyline that the original owner will experience next?
Yan Qing's eyelashes trembled. She raised her eyes boldly and fixed her gaze on the man who was fiddling with the butterfly knife. Her slender hand stroked the side of his face, and her slanted eyes were filled with charm.
The original timidity was replaced by charm, and with just a few changes in the eyes, the evolution from a pure fawn to a beauty was completed.
In Yan Qing's original world, he grew up in a brothel, and later worked as a mainstay in the Paramount for a while.
She knew very well what kind of posture could make men unable to stop.
Another person who was blinded by beauty raised a sign. The man with glasses stared at her like a poisonous snake, his eyes full of determination to win.
The person she chose as the target to change the plot, his smoky grey eyes fixed on her face, gave her the illusion of being the prey of an eagle.
Yan Qing saw interest in her in this man's eyes.
The small butterfly knife turned over in his hand like a flower, and he pressed lightly with his slender fingers with distinct joints. He changed the posture to support his chin with his left hand.
The upturned corners of the eyes are full of laziness and leisure.
He had seen many women locked in auction cages, struggling hard or crying weakly.
Some people will even put on a coquettish fake smile to save their lives.
But she was definitely not like Dongfang Xiaoque on the stage, who was staring at him with a clearly teasing look.
Is it a hunt targeting him?
Or do you simply regard him as a savior?
The host on the stage had already picked up the hammer and asked with a smile in Burmese if anyone wanted to raise the price.
The bid at this time has reached one million US dollars.
It is roughly equivalent to 7.2 million Chinese yuan.
He raised the corner of his lips playfully and reached out for the number plate, as if he was raising the sign to bid.
The man with glasses frowned when he noticed his action, and slammed the glass on the table. "Why, Mr. Hu is also interested in this woman?"
The others who were whispering fell silent, their eyes flickering back and forth between the two of them.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the auction hall became tense and tense.
The young man called Mr. Hu still had a casual smile on his face. He nailed the butterfly knife to the number plate in front of him and squinted his eyes casually: "A gentleman does not take away what others like."
Yan Qing could hear the conversation between the two clearly in the hall where one could hear a pin drop.
It was not Burmese or Thai, which she could not understand, but Chinese with clear pronunciation.
The original owner didn't have a deep understanding of the distribution of power in the Golden Triangle, but he did have something useful in his memory.
For example, she knows that at the top of the pyramid, in addition to the Burmese and Thai people, there are also some Chinese.
They are the remnants of another faction that fled here from China.
The small hammer in the host's hand seemed to hit Yan Qing's heart.
This meant that the first step of her plan to change the original owner's ending had been declared a failure before it was even implemented.
The hammer struck, and everything was settled. Yan Qing and the cage were carried away together, but he did not show the lost look that the man had hoped.
The seductive glow in her almond-shaped pupils was retracted freely as she stared deeply into his smoky gray eyes.
The movement of the butterfly knife flipping between his fingers paused.
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