Chapter 308 Entering the Scene

In the private room of the VIP room, Chen Motong yawned. At the reminder of the bodyguard behind him, he looked away from his mobile phone and looked through the huge single-sided glass at the spotlight on the stage that attracted everyone's attention.

"Is this what you want at home?" Chen Motong turned off the phone screen and stared blankly at the giant leech in the glass jar for a while, then suddenly pursed her lips: "You are so ugly."

The two bodyguards behind her were basically very depressed about the eldest daughter of the Chen family, but they had no choice but to comfort themselves that Chen Motong's indifferent attitude was the best bidding state, and it was not like that. Like those mixed breeds from second- and third-rate families, their golden eyes lit up with excitement. They were probably very tired after the whole bidding, and they probably even had to spit out their throats when bidding, which was unbecoming of a wealthy family.

The bodyguards thought that Chen Motong took this transaction very lightly, but in fact, Chen Motong's distraction was many times more exaggerated than they imagined. Before the screen went black, a forum's backend interface was still displayed. See It seems that the trading party has continued until now, and her focus has never been on the first twenty-one trading items, and she has been completely immersed in posting on the forum.

The name of the forum that attracted her so much is called 'Night Watch', which reminds me of the Great Wall Frontier Corps who lost their brothers in George Martin's "A Song of Ice and Fire", but it is obvious that the active users in the forum are all They are not fans of the Iron-blooded Army, or fans of Western fantasy. They are devout Western fantasy fans, because they firmly believe that there really is such a thing as the 'Dragon Clan' in this world!

The Night Watch Forum is composed of a group of elite college students who adhere to 'dragon slaying' as their belief and life goal. However, the posts that Chen Motong often sees in the forum are not "On the Twelve Uses of Dragon Blood" or "Ten Ways to Slay the Dragon" Instead of things like "Practical Skills of the Eight Palms", there are mostly posts with a strong sense of college life such as "Group appointment for afternoon tea" and "Party at Anbo Hall tonight at 8:00 on time".

If the Night Watchman in Ice and Fire is a tough guy whose creed is 'not to enjoy the love of his wife, not to walk on an inch of land, and never to have any heirs', then the posters in the Night Watch forum probably believe in 'zero punishment, no punishment, no hanging' I am a real college student, and I talk about things like "dragon" anytime and anywhere, but when it comes to afternoon tea, I should buy milk tea, I should go to the cafeteria, and at the end I have to post a complaint. The pork knuckle in the restaurant is getting worse and worse.

It's nonsense. It seems that the entire forum's posters are all students from a foreign private university. Anyone who accidentally enters this forum will be amused by the posts full of chuunibyou for a whole day. It's a pity that Chen Motong didn't, because She herself is a student of this university.

Cassel College, this is the school where Chen Motong is about to enter. She has completed the preparatory classes one year in advance last month. As expected, she will have to take a direct flight to Chicago International Airport when school starts in the fall, carrying her luggage. Bao Xiaobao rushed to the mountaintop college hidden deep in Illinois to study subjects related to dragon slaying. If the students in Cassel College were insane in the eyes of outsiders, then Chen Motong had obviously done it. I am fully prepared to assimilate myself into a member of the psychopath.

The elderly at home, including her father, thought she was not ready. A year away from home in the preparatory class revealed many bad habits in her. The teacher in the preparatory class said that she was a little rebellious and inconsistent with discipline. Her classmates in the same period also said that she seemed a little Nervous, she was nicknamed the red-haired miko. The preparatory class also strongly recommended that she wait for a while before considering officially enrolling.

But she didn't take these seriously. She contacted Norma, the artificial secretary of Kassel College, to book a flight early. For this reason, her father also invited her to the study room of the manor for a conversation. , there was no stern scolding or cold-faced imprisonment as expected, just asking her to attend a charity dinner in that coastal city to bring back something for the family, and wait until the trade fair was over before talking about studying at Kassel College.

"A leech." Chen Motong wrinkled her delicate nose as she looked at the invertebrate creature on the display table that was illuminated by the spotlight. She didn't like this soft thing too much, especially when it could lie down. When she sucks blood from you, she hates anything in nature that can suck blood, because the most common ones are mosquitoes. No one likes this little thing that can make you unable to wear a bikini even in the summer.

The trader did not reveal any information about the giant leech, but most of the guests who came to the opera house tonight came for this trading item. They thought it would become the finale of the trading item, but they did not expect it to be so early. Take it out.

In the past six months, there have been rumors in the mixed-race society in coastal cities and Yanbian. They are rumors about 'eternal life'. It sounds very nonsense, even more nonsense than pyramid schemes, but when it comes to the dragon civilization, the word 'eternal life' Words don't seem to mean fantasy.

It is difficult for every pure-blooded dragon to die. Death is just a long sleep for them. As long as they prepare a 'cocoon' in advance, they can usher in a new life hundreds or even thousands of years after death. But now The 'gift' placed on the stage was also a gimmick that could bring ordinary people and even mixed-race people back to life. It caused a stir in the mixed-race society for a long time. Even the family behind Chen Motong was alarmed by it and dispatched She came to claim the object.

Chen Motong couldn't help but think about what the 'old people' at home would do with it after she bought it home. Could it be that they were dried and used as medicinal materials? After all, in the Chinese Pharmacopoeia, leeches can be dried and used as medicine. In the countryside, there are also people who specialize in freshwater farming for wholesale and dumping. It is said that it can effectively treat strokes and high blood pressure. Probably whoever took the photo successfully will They have to be dried and taken immediately, because in the current atmosphere, it is only a matter of time before high blood pressure and stroke occur.

Just as Chen Motong fell into a trance again, the bodyguards behind her coughed again, with a stiff expression on their faces. Rather than being bodyguards, they seemed to be here to 'supervise' and 'monitor' this crazy girl. , because the girl is not allowed to go too far from home, and she has to fly like a canary out of the birdcage to a place that they can't reach.

Chen Motong paused for a moment to come to his senses, and took the microphone on the side and patted it. As a result, everyone in the opera house was attracted by the noise of her microphone and the sound of her throat clearing, and came out of a state of enthusiasm and fascination.

"Five thousand."

The girl's calm and undisciplined voice sounded, without any voice change processing.

No one would think that the other party only quoted ‘5000’, because the person who spoke was VIP Room No. 1 who had been silent all this time. The so-called five thousand refers to fifty million US dollars, which is enough to spread a huge amount of gold and silver. Everyone's face changed slightly, because everyone knew that the quotation had begun, and the quotation at the beginning was so impactful that it was equivalent to completely biting the can on the stage.

"Fifty-one million." Someone immediately followed, and the hot breath in his throat seemed to ignite the red velvet on the chair.

"Fifty-two million." The three number plates were raised together and shouted out the same price. The trader did not stop it, because he knew that this price would be swept down by the vortex-like torrent of money in seconds.

"Sixty million." The bidder was from the VIP room, which completely heated up the atmosphere. Only then did most of the guests in the venue notice that many young people in the VIP room on the second floor had come out. Their eyes are a dazzling golden color, and if you look up even slightly, you will be overwhelmed by the breathtaking brilliance, unable to lift your head and unable to breathe.

"Sixty-five million." Mai Shutoku in VIP Room No. 3 also followed the bidding. There was a sharp edge in her eyes, and her ten slender fingers touched together gently, and from the gaps between her fingers like a net, Looking through the one-way mirror at the feast of dragons.

It is impossible for ordinary people to take pictures of this transaction in this scene. On the one hand, financial reserves. Even if a normal person's industry is as huge as the Black Prince, it is difficult to compare with the wealth accumulated by a mixed race. After all, the mixed race inherited the Dragon Clan. In addition to the power of blood, he also inherited the almost paranoid fanaticism for wealth!

The wealth behind every mixed-race family is unimaginable to normal people. It is a giant consortium supported by countless companies. In this trade fair, normal people will put down their entire wealth every time they bid. The current bidding The amount has reached more than 60 million U.S. dollars, which is a wealth of nearly 400 million yuan when converted into RMB. Raising this sign is tantamount to handing over a medium-sized enterprise that an ordinary person has worked hard for decades, which is tantamount to bankrupting everything!

But at the same time, this is also a very lucky thing. The organizer does not force the auction bid to have a considerable amount of actual funds at this dinner. The company itself can also be counted as collateral. As long as the organizer approves, all your Your wealth and even your wife and daughter can become the digital sponsors of your participation in this game. In a sense, these people are no different from those giant leeches. They can always numb your pain and drain you of the last drop of blood. .

"Seven thousand." The quotation sounded again in VIP Room No. 1, still so casual.

"Seven thousand one hundred..." Someone sitting in the inner court of the Opera House held up a placard with faint golden eyes, but before he could finish his words, he was instantly interrupted by a new bid from upstairs.

"Eighty million!" VIP Room No. 4 suddenly entered the battlefield. He had been silent since the trading party until now. His first bid was so explosive, and the sharpness of his words was no less than that of Mai Shutoku in Room No. 3.

"Is there anyone else who is cooperating? It seems that many people really take this trading item seriously." Chen Motong could tell at a glance that the mixed-race person in the VIP room No. 4 was offering a price of seven thousand and one. They work together to put pressure on others by cooperating to raise their bids, making them doubt whether they really have the strength to compete with these people.

"One hundred million." Chen Motong called the price.

The price rose sharply and instantly exceeded nine figures. Many people twitched their faces and looked at VIP Room No. 1. They only knew that there was a young girl sitting in it, but they didn't know her origin.

This kind of price increase is already being played with a certain momentum. The person in the VIP room No. 1 does not mind telling everyone that she is confident that she will be the biggest financial backer in this trading party tonight, and she will raise the price and bid. You can play with her, but the prerequisite is that you have confidence and don't get killed in the middle.

Many people want to cast golden eyes at VIP Room No. 1, trying to use their own blood to make the other party panic. It is a very boring approach, but sometimes it is particularly effective, but it is a pity that all the eyes are gone without return, even if A mixed race with super eyesight cannot see the expression of the girl behind through the one-way glass. Maybe people have expected that they are playing with everyone while blindfolded?

"Two hundred million." Someone raised a sign and made an offer.

The voice of this bid was very dull, but it made the bidders who were about to bid 100 million, or tens of millions, have their words stuck in their throats, as if they had swallowed a whole piece of fish bone, and their expressions were very ugly. I am no stranger to the sound of a price jump of 200 million, because the doubling bidding has been played by this madman countless times tonight.

The buyer of plate No. 66, the center of attention tonight, unsurprisingly entered the bidding.

Many people couldn't help but look back at the young boy, but that casual look back immediately gave up their intention of continuing to take pictures.

The moment everyone turned around, it was as if they had hit an invisible wall. They didn't even see anything clearly. They only felt a surge of fear. Many people almost fell off their chairs. The entire venue seemed to be blocked. He slapped him hard with one hand and started to stagger.

The wealthy businessman suffering from asthma took out the aerosol and inhaled albuterol with a blood-red face. The female companion's tight chest and waist rose and fell violently, and the buttons almost burst open. There was a giant dragon hidden behind the opera house, staring at them from behind! Anyone who looked at the evil dragon seemed to have a thunder in front of their eyes and in their mind. The whole person leaned back with all his strength as his brain buzzed, trying to avoid the ghost-like majesty.

A golden gas lamp lit up in the darkness at some point, just like the pilot light on the cliff where the sea hits the rocks late at night. The golden light can simply ignite the whole person, and the whole person is surrounded by the raging fire. In the fierce fire, his throat felt like boiling water, and he couldn't say even a single word.

The bidders who dared to look directly at the power of ghosts and gods all stepped back and bowed their heads to show their respect. The heart rates of almost all the ordinary bidders in the seats in the opera house rose to a dangerous level, and their foreheads were wet with sweat. The inner lining sticks to the hot and heated skin, and at this moment, the bidding of transaction number 22 announces the withdrawal of all ordinary people.

Many of the mixed-race people on the second floor bumped into the wall, and the words they wanted to follow up were choked into their throats. The buyer of No. 66 did not make any offensive moves, just lit up his golden pupils, and his sight was It was like a slap in the face, shattering all their courage and pride.

There was a super hybrid mixed into the party.

Horror and fear surged in the hearts of all the mixed-races, as if a knife had been stuck on their necks at some point. It was like a bomb that instantly detonated in the opera house. Many young mixed-races ignited their golden eyes. He wanted to leave the table for a moment, but was immediately locked mercilessly by the other party. His eyes were like a thousand knives inserted into his feet. The super hybrid who had been crazy all night finally broke away from his disguise. With one sight, they were all nailed to the spot!

The terrifying bloodline pressure is no less than that of a pure-blood Dragon King!

The trading party is over and now it's time for new games.

This means that there may no longer be so-called 'rules' in the opera house in the future. Hybrids can use golden eyes to coerce ordinary people into giving up bidding, and super hybrids can naturally use golden eyes to make them think of themselves. The very tall man becomes a meek lamb.

"The monster has entered the auction!" the potato chip girl in front of the surveillance screen whispered, "How many do you think can still bid?"

"I don't know." Mai Shutoku said.

"Mai, are you okay?"

"It's okay." Mai Shutoku nodded and put down the champagne in her hand. There was still a rich and sweet smell of wine on her golden dress.