"Is it her?" Mo Xi was stunned for a moment, then looked around and saw a group of elders dressed as professors nearby.
One of them was Master Cheng.
His frown relaxed again and he no longer paid attention to Qiao Nian. He waited for the girl to pass by before he quietly took out his micro-phone and took a photo of the man not far away and uploaded it to the group.
[Moshi: I saw Torre. He came to the Paradise Hotel to attend a cocktail party. He was very cautious and brought a lot of people with him.]
[Moshi: Photo jdp]
He lowered his head and someone in the group quickly replied to him.
[Y: You don’t have to do anything, just keep an eye on him, see who he comes into contact with, and write down those people.]
[Moxi: OK, I understand!]
It's not a good idea to keep playing with your phone in a place like a cocktail party, as it's easy to attract attention.
Mo Xi did not keep his head down to send the news.
After he sent the photos he had just taken, he knew what he should and should not do next. He had a clear idea in his mind and stopped playing with his phone.
However, when he caught a glimpse of the girl with Master Cheng not far away, Mo Xi hesitated again, wondering whether he should tell Wang Ye and the others that Master Cheng and his team members were also at the party...
However, he did not have time to hesitate for long. The lights at the cocktail party dimmed and it was too late for him to take a photo. His attention was attracted by the auction platform raised in the middle.
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"The auction has begun."
After the lights at the cocktail party dimmed, Nie Mi spoke to the girls with ease.
The lighting at the scene was very dim, and the main lights were all focused on the auction table in the center. Everyone's attention was basically drawn to the auction table.
Qiao Nian raised his cap and looked towards the auction table in the center with sharp eyes.
Soon an auctioneer came up, followed by a very high-tech robot delivering the first item.
A precious medicinal ingredient.
The people below were bidding sparsely, and they didn't seem to be very interested in this kind of regular auction item. Liang Conglin was quite interested, and he waited until the bidding was almost over before he called out the price: "No. 015, 680,000."
Qiao Nian noticed at the beginning that each person’s invitation letter had a number on it.
At that time, she didn't know what the numbers meant.
It was not until Liang Conglin participated in the auction that she understood the purpose of the number. It should be something used by the organizer to distinguish the identities of the guests.
The first medicinal material to be auctioned belongs to the category of traditional Chinese medicine.
Although they are very precious, many people do not believe in traditional Chinese medicine, and naturally do not believe in the medicinal materials believed in by traditional Chinese medicine, thinking that they are just some herbs and plants.
The price Liang Conglin offered was not low.
As soon as he called out the price of 680,000, the few people who had been bidding sparsely before fell silent, obviously thinking it was not worthwhile to spend hundreds of thousands to buy a Chinese medicine.
Qiao Nian watched as the auctioneer on the stage began to raise the hammer, ready to announce the success of the auction.
Just then, a disgusting voice rang out.
"Number 001, 700,000."
The other person's voice was low and hoarse, which sounded disgusting and subconsciously made people feel dangerous.
Liang Conglin frowned.
The numbers here are related to the identity of the guests. The identity of No. 001 is definitely not simple.
He hesitated for a moment, and in the blink of an eye, the auction was successful.
The Ganoderma lucidum that he had originally taken a fancy to was bought away by the other party.
Although Liang Conglin felt a little regretful, he didn't think too much about it and thought it was just an accident.
(End of this chapter)