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"The person sitting at the first window is your boss's man."
Gu Xinglan was brought back to her senses by the voice beside her and looked at the screen.
There are twelve windows on the screen. Three are currently empty, while the others are full of people, and you can see many familiar faces.
The first window above.
The original owner's boss, Meng Guanhe, did not appear on the screen.
The person sitting there had pure black hair, a serious face, and deep lines around his mouth, exuding an air of authority without anger.
This should be Meng Guanhe's father.
Gu Xinglan shifted her gaze slightly and looked at the second window.
The person at the window had slightly gray hair, but his face was extremely handsome.
It vaguely overlaps with a face that is both large and small, almost a combination of Geng Huan and Geng Yi.
He is clearly the current head of the Geng family.
He stared at it for a while, feeling something he couldn't quite put his finger on. Suddenly, an image of a child with the surname Geng glancing at him and smiling flashed through his mind. He realized that what he felt wasn't the same happiness, but rather a hint of anxiety.
Geng Jia, who was scattered in Wushui, was not worried.
What troubles him is the branch family located in Huangkou, which seems to be the main branch and the legitimate lineage, while the branch family in Wushui is just a branch family.
Even just looking at the branch family now, they are already living in wealth and luxury, let alone the main family... If you want to crush them, wouldn't it be easier than crushing an ant?
The handsome middle-aged man in the small window seemed very sensitive to gazes; even through the screen, he could sense the unfamiliar scrutiny and slightly raised his eyes.
Gu Xinglan looked away, a cold sweat breaking out on her back, and subconsciously looked towards the third window.
But this time, his eyes met a pair of deep, dark eyes.
It seemed the man had known all along that he would look down, like someone waiting for a rabbit to run into a tree stump.
The moment their eyes met, he quickly looked down, only to find that his right hand was holding the hand of the person he was looking at.
They were still holding hands in an ambiguous manner.
He tried to loosen his grip, but the other person tightened their grip even more, giving him no chance to break free.
"You, you loosen your grip a little, your hands are sweaty."
Gu Xinglan called softly to the side.
However, this deliberate attempt to lower one's voice was useless in the somewhat cramped hall, as everyone could hear it.
Even Li Yuechang, who was doing push-ups on the ground, stopped and looked at him with an unpredictable expression, as if she was about to call him a slut again.
What I mean is... you don't need to hold on so tightly.
Gu Xinglan added, then gave a coquettish glance to the side, blinking her eyes several times in succession.
But the person next to her remained unmoved.
Completely unaffected by his deliberate actions, she continued to hold his hand tightly.
But his body was sitting several inches away from him.
What does it mean to be someone who's bad at games but loves to play?
So what? It's just holding hands.
It can appropriately increase emotional intimacy and enhance the sense of security for both parties.
……
The auction started promptly at 10:00 AM.
[Distinguished guests, welcome to this auction! Organized by Polyan Ltd., we are pleased to offer you the highest level of hospitality. Today, we will present a series of rare and unique items…]
The sound came from the two stereo speakers in the private room.
If you listen carefully, you can also hear conversations from the auction venue.
It's a live stream.
The auctioneer, dressed in a red suit, stood in front of the empty display stand, his face ruddy and his voice booming.
This scene looks familiar.
Gu Xinglan quickly straightened up, focused her mind, and stared intently at the person on the screen.
Even when the watch next to him rang, his mind hadn't yet processed it—"President Li, the message from over there says the entry price is ten million."
Li Taihe nodded on the sofa, his face calm. He held someone's hand with one hand and gently rested the other on his chin, his eyes quietly looking at the screen.
[Distinguished guests, let's take a look at our first item for today's auction.]
There is a lifting device at the bottom of the display stand, and the auction items are slowly raised from the bottom.
Even in the dimly lit exhibition booth, the bright yellow porcelain vase remained dazzling, exuding an air of noble elegance that could not be concealed.
Even the large screen in the private room displays 3D images of the porcelain vase from various angles and in detail on the right side.
[This is a Qing Dynasty Qianlong period (1736-1795) porcelain vase with a vibrant floral design. The vase is beautifully shaped, and the floral patterns painted on its body are delicate and lifelike, with bright colors and excellent preservation. The base clearly bears the Qianlong reign mark.]
[The starting bid is 100,000 yuan, and each bid must be at least 10,000 yuan higher.]
[Bidding begins now!]
As the sound from the speakers faded, soon after, one sign after another could be seen being raised up through the screen.
When he was concentrating, he could hear people talking about the vase coming from the speakers.
They would say things like, "Do you think so-and-so would like this porcelain vase? She loves playing with antiques and has a lot of bottles and jars at home..." or "So-and-so's birthday is coming up soon. If you take a picture of it and give it to him, he'll be really happy." These are just casual conversations.
The sounds were mixed and chaotic.
He glanced at the person next to him out of the corner of his eye.
The person didn't seem bothered by the noise; there was no sign of impatience on their face, and they even seemed to be enjoying it.
More than anything else, he wanted to know what the threshold price Li Huiwen was talking about was.
The word "threshold" seems to represent a gateway to another unknown world.
Ten million... What kind of auction item has a minimum threshold of ten million?
He believed that poverty did not limit his imagination.
"Li Taihe, you wouldn't buy something that would ruin families and cause wives and children to break apart, would you..." Gu Xinglan frowned and looked at the person next to her. The question had been swirling in her mind for a long time before she finally asked it.
"What kind of thing are you referring to? This kind?"
Li Taihe sat up straight, and with a swift movement of his left hand, pulled out a black object from under the tablecloth, concealing it perfectly to avoid the camera's view.
Glock 17.
The gun has a matte finish and a delicate texture.
Upon hearing this, Gu Xinglan's eyes widened instantly, and her head suddenly felt as if it had been struck by a heavy, blunt object.
He froze in place.
The person next to him seemed quite pleased with his reaction, chuckled softly, and then put the item back under the tablecloth.
System: [Host, what have you thought of...?]
Gu Xinglan was stunned for a long time.
He was very familiar with that gun.
He could even say that this was the best first firearm for a beginner.
Everyone has different physical sensations towards different things, but he seemed to accurately describe how well this weapon suited him based on his own physical sensations...
But his brain didn't have enough memories to allow him to analyze.
"I think I've had another episode."
Gu Xinglan tightened her face, suppressing the restlessness in her heart.
System: [Illness relapse?]
Just now, the moment the other party drew the gun, he felt an itch to put it against Li Taihe's forehead so that the other party would obediently beg for mercy.
What else could this be but a relapse of an illness?
"Hey, are you scared out of your wits?"
Unbeknownst to them, Li Yuechang, who was standing beside them, spoke softly.
He was also holding a wig and carrying a shoebox.
"After this auction, remember to stay and wear the wig. Don't forget there's an important event tonight." Li Yuechang raised the item in his hand.