Based on their skin color, the way they communicated with the people next to them, and even their accents, Su Ran could roughly guess what country this group of people came from.
There are beautiful women from romantic countries, and there are also warlike nations that treat bears as toys.
Su Ran looked calmly at a man dressed in a black and gray kimono. Judging from his clothes, which suggested he had stolen someone else's property, she knew without a doubt that he was a petty thief.
Su generally dislikes people who live a comfortable life, because every Chinese person feels disgusted by those who refuse to admit their mistakes.
She looked for a few seconds and then looked away. The first row was quickly filled, and their seats were in the third row.
The hall has a total of 24 rows, and there are about 230 people sitting in the entire hall.
More than ten minutes passed.
All seats were occupied.
There were many people chatting in the hall, so it was a bit like the chirping of sparrows. Su Ran frowned, her ears were hearing too many languages, and her brain paused for a moment.
Although I couldn't understand all of what they were saying, I could guess about 70-80% of it.
A woman walked out from the stage in the center. When she spoke, the entire hall finally fell silent.
The woman who emerged wore a dark green long dress, her slightly wavy hair was styled in an updo, and a few strands of hair fell across her face, making her look dignified and elegant.
Su Ran's ears were also freed at this time.
But the woman didn't mention the auction first. Su Ran felt a burning gaze on her and couldn't help but look up.
Then the auctioneer smiled and said, "Today my boss met a very interesting friend, so he invited her to sit on the second floor."
Su Ran sensed something was wrong, her expression turning slightly cold. Then, two women in formal attire walked down to her side and said, "Su, please."
Su Ran ignored their actions, but the two women continued to smile and gestured for her to enter. The host on stage also looked at her with a smile.
All eyes in the hall turned to him, and everyone began discussing his identity.
Su Ran didn't want to be made a fool of at this moment, so she stood up and looked at the coffin, "Follow me."
Venus was completely dumbfounded.
What did he just hear? The dungeon owner invited his master to the second floor?
This second floor is a place that even the leaders of the United States cannot sit in!
His master just sat down on it!
Were they invited up?
Venus was a little dazed. Looking at her master's back, she quickly stood up and followed.
Seeing this, the woman led the way. At the top of the stairs, the two foreign men carrying real guns did not stop them, but simply bowed respectfully.
Su Ran glanced at the guns they were carrying, said nothing, and stepped into the elevator amidst the scrutinizing gazes of the people on the first floor, shutting their view out of the elevator doors.
Su Ran looked unwell. Following the woman's directions, she entered the room, which happened to be the room next to the one with the light on. The woman opened the door, and after glancing at it, she stepped inside.
He then sat in the main seat, and as soon as he sat down, someone brought food to place it there. He then respectfully left and waited until the door closed.
Su Ran picked up the teacup next to her, took a sip, and put it down with a slightly louder sound, revealing her dissatisfaction.
Then, observing the layout of the room, there was a 36-inch TV in the center, showing the auction on the first floor, and a window on the side that showed the layout of the hall downstairs.
Next to each seat is a tablet that displays a list of items for the auction.
However, you can only see the items for the next auction in advance, not all of them at once.
Su Ran had a guess about the person behind the scenes: it was none other than Song Shiyan, that heartless boss.
But at this moment, they no longer cared about the person behind the scenes, since the first item to be auctioned was another notebook that the original vendor had mentioned.
Su Ran looked at the "increase price" and "cancel price" buttons on the tablet, and the feeling was actually quite good.
Privacy was protected in this room.
Then the host's voice came from the television, "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, welcome to this auction. We are now proceeding to the first auction."
Then a vintage leather notebook was placed on the stage, and its image was projected onto a screen.
"This item was auctioned by a mysterious person who promised that all proceeds would go to charity. The starting price is $1,000, and each bid must be at least $100. The auction is now open!"
No sooner had the host finished speaking than someone shouted, "Two thousand US dollars."
Su Ran was waiting to see how things went before raising the price, but then she heard that annoying voice, which was Xiao Rizi's language.
I tapped on the tablet and heard the host's voice.
"Room number two is priced at $3,000 USD. Anyone willing to raise the price?"
The rest of the people withdrew from the auction, since the first one was a charity auction, and generally speaking, the item had no value at all.
Then I heard the man quote four thousand US dollars.
Su Ran's expression was indifferent. She enjoyed the chase, but she lost interest in playing with people she disliked.
Furthermore, this thing held a fatal attraction for her; she was determined to have this notebook!
The host looked at the man making the offer with a smile, "Room number two has been offered at $100,000. Sir, would you like to raise the price?"
Immediately, everyone around looked at the man who was bidding against him, and the man gritted his teeth and raised the price by another thousand.
He added it by the thousand, while Su Ran increased it by the ten thousand.
This chapter is not finished yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
