Xia Jinyuan had just finished speaking, and a cold dagger was pressed against the employer's neck.
"I hate being dismissed." Ye Jian, who held a dagger against his employer, said lightly. "It's impossible for employers who pay."
Quick and handsome, coupled with a cold voice, the stiffened employer smiled, "Your girlfriend, that's amazing."
"Yes, my little fox is very powerful. I love her very much, and when I love her to kill people, it's so beautiful." Xia Jinyuan said with a smile, and slowly raised his hand to touch Ye Jian's face with a low voice. Saying softly, "Well, my little fox, don't frighten our Mr. Will. Next, we still have important things to accomplish."
"You who have a bad temper, don't forget, Mr. Will is our employer. You can't do this."
The fingers suddenly pinched Ye Jian's chin, squeezing it extremely hard, and the fierceness of the close handsome face made the employer Mr. Will very satisfied.
He invited back mercenaries who would kill, not gentlemen who only drink.
The car drove on the spacious streets of Molaben, from the city to the outskirts, and finally into a village whose outer walls were all red, yellow and blue.
The place where Cyril, the local snakehead, auctioned for cultural relics was located here.
Will entered the auction field very smoothly. He led Xia Jinyuan into the field. The auction started at 7 o'clock and a total of ten batches of Chinese cultural relics began to be auctioned.
Westerners like to collect Chinese cultural relics. No matter what cultural relics are only from China, the price is quite high.
Here, Ye Jian saw the head of the Buddha that had been cut to cross the oceans, the jade bowls from the palace, the bronzes, the paintings that were still curled after a thousand years, and the ancient calligraphy that is not available in China. I saw the beautiful and luxurious hairpin...
Ten cultural relics, each of which was born in China.
"Buddha hands and portraits, I need them." Will told Xia Jinyuan what cultural relics he wanted, "I will give you five days, and I hope you can hand them to me as soon as possible."
"Also, the people I need you to save are also rescued as soon as possible, the cultural relics can be later, and my trapped friends need you as soon as possible."
Xia Jinyuan said that none of this is a problem.
The bid was held by a bald old man, at least fifty-five years old, white, with facial features, and every time the cultural relic was brought out, his eyes would scan the bidder below.
There was a problem with the auction until the midfield. A businessman who had just bid for cultural relics suddenly yelled and asked, "Why the jade bowl is different from what I just saw! You damn bastards, you must hide the real jade bowl and change it. Give me a fake jade bowl!"
Before he got into trouble, the old bald-headed man raised his hand, and several strong white men in tight T-shirts walked out, stunned people without saying anything, and dragged them away like a pig.
The bald old man smiled and explained, "I'm very sorry! Our guests, I hope I didn't scare you, for your safety, I need to take effective measures."
You may all know who the old bald man is. Some people put their fingers to their mouths and blow out sharp whistles, and some even stand up and shout, "You should kill the troublemaker!"
"Hahaha, yes, it should be killed. Isn’t Cyril the favorite to kill?" The laughter of the guy who said this hadn’t passed. Several strong men didn’t know from which corner they came out of Drag away like a pig.
The whole process was very smooth and shocked the whole venue.