"Yes." The person who had been following Mie Long said, opened the briefcase in his hand and it was a notebook, and his fingers moved quickly.
Mielong's sight did not leave the center of the hall.
He is still watching.
"Boss. They seem to be coming up." The man said beside him.
Mie Long looked back: "Have you found out?"
"These." Turning the notebook around, it recorded the record of Mr. Zhao driving over the speed limit right after he returned to China. Of course, the person they sent over there before also photographed him in the nightclub.
The style of acting is indeed very ostentatious, and it is not a business material.
It is only natural that they will not be taken seriously abroad.
It should be that Mr. Zhao didn't pay attention to stay when he was happy and happy.
This time the Zhao family was in turmoil, so they wanted to admit it.
"Boss, don't worry, I have also met this Mr. Zhao. Apart from eating, drinking and having fun, he has no skills, just like most rich kids in China." The man spoke with disdain, which can be seen in his impression ingrained.
Mie Long picked up the wine glass: "Sometimes Chinese people are not as simple as you think. It is obviously unreal to have no loopholes."
"Boss. He doesn't seem to drink." The man in black zoomed in on all the pictures.
Mie Long: "Oh? That means it's not Tang. If he sends someone, he won't send someone who can't even drink alcohol. It doesn't look like Tang."
The man in black let out a "hmm". After all, they had dealt with each other before, and that man really looked like he was in the wine field. He didn't look like the person who performed tasks in Huaxia that they were familiar with in the traditional sense, but it happened to be that man. Once, they almost couldn't get up again.
That group of people are highly skilled in camouflage, and would not make such an obvious omission.
Mie Long turned the ring on his hand, narrowed his eyes slightly: "I'll go and have a look, you guys wait here to see if he's really like this, or if he's just pretending."
"Yes." The man stepped aside.
Mie Long walked towards the stairs, obviously, he was deliberately hiding his identity.
The movements of Mo Bei and Feiying going upstairs are very natural, and it won't make people see anything wrong
Especially Mo Bei, she would stop from time to time to look at the scrolls on display.
"The famous paintings of the ancient Song Dynasty, it seems that Mr. is from Huaxia."
Suddenly, a voice sounded from Mo Bei's side.
Mo Bei looked back, and saw that the man had dark green eyes and was very gentle and elegant in a white suit, which made it easy for people to let go of their guard.
But one thing, this season, is he wearing too tight
Boss
Mo Bei's gaze fell on the opponent's neck.
The man continued to speak with a foreign accent: "I'm very interested in Chinese culture, I wonder if I can communicate with you?"
The people who came to chat at this time, could it be that the consulate sent them to meet them
This was Flying Eagle's first reaction.
Just when he was about to match the password, Mo Bei opened his mouth and smiled, a little cynically: "You have found the wrong person, I just see that the frame is worth money, and I am not interested in the painting."
As she said that, she rolled her eyes sideways: "This is the first time someone wants to exchange Chinese culture with me. Do I look like a cultural person?"
Feiying was a little confused at first, but now that he understood, he also laughed.
Both of them are like the kind of country bumpkins with extremely low literacy.
Mie Long smiled, but didn't show anything.
It seems that he really thinks too much, this young master of the Zhao family is not worth a few trials.
On the contrary, the person standing next to him made him cherish his talents. It is estimated that Mr. Zhao still doesn't know the origin of this person.
Of course, it is easy for hackers to launder the money of such a rich second generation.
Seeing this, Mie Long also felt that there was nothing more worthy of his study on this person, so he said something thought-provoking: "Mr. Zhao is really what he looks like."
"You know me?" Mo Bei turned around, with feathers wrapped around his eyes, paired with the tattoos spreading around his neck, giving people a strong sense of badness.
In contrast, Mie Long is like a pianist. Looking at his back alone, there is no danger at all, but his eyes reveal a bloodthirsty gloom: "Of course, I am the person in charge of Zhao's partner here. , My subordinates probably haven’t introduced me to you.” As he said that, Mie Long raised his eyes, and several figures walked over there immediately.
The ghost knows how Feiying is feeling now.
When Mie Long spoke the first sentence, his back was cold. If it wasn't for Bey's quick reaction, they might be tricked by the other party.
Don't talk about hiding your identity, your life will be thrown here directly.
The figure gradually approached.
One of them was the man who had been receiving them all the time: "Mr. Zhao, let me introduce you. This is our boss, Mr. Andre."
"I always thought you were the person in charge." Mo Bei squinted: "Then what happened yesterday and this morning? You think I'm young and unworthy to represent the Zhao family. Are you playing with me?"
Seeing that he was so impolite, the people next to him suddenly had a murderous look in their eyes.
This kid is really tired of working, do you know who is standing in front of him.
Mie Long was watching from the side, the last trace of doubt in his eyes was gone, and he said like a businessman: "Mr. The contact is also to know whether Mr. Zhao is suitable to work with us, and at the same time to avoid some unnecessary troubles."
If it weren't for Mo Bei's presence, Feiying would never have thought that Mielong would be such a person.
Such a person turned out to be the chief culprit who initiated civil strife and regarded war and plunder as fun.
You can't tell from the speech at all.
How did Bey notice something was wrong
Feiying went to see Mo Bei.
The latter just seemed to accept Mie Long's words, still acting like a handsome young master: "I understand."
Mie Long glanced at his side, and said: "Go and prepare, if you find that the things given are not right, do it immediately."
This sentence is a local dialect.
Neither Mo Bei nor Feiying understood.
After Mie Long finished speaking, he chuckled lightly: "It's time for lunch, why don't we chat while eating, Mr. Zhao should have something for me too."
This is where the conversation begins.
Feiying clenched the briefcase tightly with one hand,
He was very worried that some important information would appear on the way, which they didn't know, and the effect of that action would be compromised.
When I found Mielong, I wanted to use him to find out where Professor Liang was, as well as the information in Professor Liang's hands. Mielong must not let Mielong get it.
But if it continues like this.
Even if there was any news about Professor Liang, they would not know.
Feiying was a little anxious.
Mo Bei copied his trouser pocket with one hand, and raised his eyes: "Mr. Andre, there is no rush for lunch. It's time to open a stone. I just saw a piece and wanted to bet."
The rest were visibly impatient.
Who are they, to be so polite to a prodigal who only knows how to show off
"I really want to shoot him." A man said in the local dialect.
Mie Long said: "When he is useless, you can destroy him at any time, but not now."
The man still wants to speak.
Mo Bei said: "What are you talking about?"
The man paused, and his hands moved behind him.
In Mo Bei's view, this move revealed that their guns were all hidden in the back waist under their suit jackets.
Mo Bei's words were intentional.
Even Mielong's eyes narrowed, as if he was about to make a decision.
Over there, Mo Bei said again: "Mr. Andre also wants to gamble?"
Mie Long hid the killing intent in his eyes, and said with a smile: "Indeed, I also want to see if there will be jadeite."
"It seems that Mr. Andre likes money just like me." Mo Bei also smiled, with a kind of arrogance in it.
Mie Long twirled the ring: "Who doesn't like money, just follow Mr. Zhao's wishes and take a gamble first."
Hearing this, the man looked towards his boss.
Mielong shook his head.
Only those who stood in the dark put their hands down.
However, what they didn't know was that Mo Bei had already noticed this change in movement.
While still on the second floor.
Judging the position of most people hidden in the crowd from the action.
This was Mo Bei's intention.
After all, only here is the best viewing point.
Before opening the stone, there must be an auction.
Miss etiquette pushed the rough stone to the center of the hall with a sweet and professional voice.
"Next we are going to bid for today's most popular rough stone No. 301, both in terms of origin and wool, it is excellent, and the starting price is one million."
"Okay, bids have already begun, once a million, one..."
"One hundred and five." It was Mo Bei who held up the placard, and his rose red suit against the cold white side face immediately attracted a lot of attention.
Mie Long watched from the side, obviously thinking about other things.
A man in black came over and whispered something in his ear, again in the local language.
Flying Eagle couldn't do anything.
He really admired Bey, she really looked like a playboy who came to have fun.
However, looking at it from Mo Bei's perspective, it was obvious that Mielong's eyes had changed.
What is certain is that something unexpected is happening.
But Mo Bei didn't know the local dialect, so he couldn't guess what it was for a while.
"Are you sure?" This was Mielong's answer.
The man in black nodded and lowered his voice: "He has already come in."
"That's really interesting." Mie Long twirled his bracelet: "Go and set up an ambush, see if there is any chance, and let this young master of the Feng family come and sit with us."
"Yes." When the man in black stepped back.
The auction is still going on.
"1.5 million for the first time, 1.5 million for the second time, 1.5 million..."
"1.55 million."
"Okay, now this gentleman has paid 1.55 million, is there anyone else who wants to add?"
Mo Bei wanted to raise his placard again.
But he was preempted by a voice.
The voice was low and clear with carelessness, resounding in the middle of the noisy hall, like a stream meandering, soaking in the heart: "Two million."
123 times, for three consecutive days, it was reported that the latest chapter involved that.
I read it, and the content is fine, after all, this article is very clear.
But in terms of barrage and posts, it is clear.
Obviously they are all so cute.
Ni can't understand what I say, and I don't dare to delete your posts and bullet screens.
Since the crackdown, many people have been replying for me. The chapters have not been repeated, and the software is making adjustments.
People and people are a process of understanding step by step.
Some people will keep asking why in order to delete posts.
But what I want to tell Ni is that there is a group of people here who can understand why you deleted their posts.
They are even doing what you should do. When the chapters are confusing, they help others gently and answer patiently.
If you smile at them, they will jump on you cutely, this is my person.
later on...
(end of this chapter)