Quick Travel: Cannon fodder, she is beautiful, Lu Ziye

Chapter 29 The Tool Man’s Special Assistant in the Overlord’s Article 29

Mr. Su glanced at him, a little surprised at his good mood today, but he didn't refuse.

"This white boy has been brought back to life by your hands time and time again. This time, you go first."

After saying that, he waved to Jiang Yu nonchalantly.

When the man in the suit walked out of the box to participate in the second auction, Assistant Li, who had taken care of everything, also walked in.

Jiang Yu glanced at him casually, and the latter immediately nodded to him.

Everything is set up, just waiting for Mr. Su to enter the game.

Just as he was thinking this, a black stone fell in Jiang Yu's hand. The seemingly blocked and sparse stone stopped Mr. Su from playing chess.

In the clubhouse on the first floor, most people guessed that the person participating in the auction in the box on the second floor was the old man of the Su family from the capital. Even Mr. Shen, who was steadfast in his vows, stopped bidding for a while.

He weakly raised his hand, adding a little more value to the hidden painting: "590 million?"

The sound sounds floating.

The man in a suit standing on the second floor is really very impressive.

When the price of the collection of paintings approached 800 million, the black-haired man raised the number plate in his hand for the second time: "1000 million."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire venue was silent.

When the auctioneer bought the second time at this price, the venue manager arrived as scheduled and hummed up the five small steps.

The auctioneer kept twitching the corners of his mouth and opened his mouth several times before he could formulate his words: "Due to some personal reasons of the seller of this collection of paintings, this collection of paintings... is being re-auctioned!"

This scene, I have to say, looks very familiar!

"..."

This minute of silence in the entire venue is the soul of tonight's auction.

The auctioneer trembled his lips and put Mr. Shiraishi's final painting on the display cabinet for the third time.

Never before had he felt that it was so difficult for Mr. Shiraishi's paintings to be sold!

"Let me introduce to everyone present again that this collection is the last painting left by Mr. Shiraishi, which depicts the gurgling mountains..."

This time, Mr. Shen didn't even dare to hold up the sign, so he hurriedly raised the sign in the assistant's hand.

"Die, diu, diu, throw it away!"

If Mr. Su misunderstands that he wants this hidden painting and deliberately stumbles him, how can he gain a foothold in Lake City? !

The assistant hurriedly threw the sign and handed it over, stepping on the numbers on the sign with both feet.

Mr. Shen clasped his hands together, his expression was rare piety, and he was moving his lips without knowing what he was talking about.

Outside the private room on the second floor, the black-haired man slowly raised the sign for the third time, and even raised the price arrogantly: "3000 million!"

It’s three times more than the previous two times. You should be satisfied now, right?

The auctioneer hammered down the first price without stopping. Before he could speak, both of his eyes saw the venue manager who was already smiling at him under the stage.

The auctioneer took a deep breath: "..."

What a bad luck!

"These three times, is it possible that this seller has set his sights on Mr. Shen and just wants to sell the collection of paintings to him?"

"I'm sure Mr. Shen and the seller of this collection of paintings may know each other..."

There was a constant buzz of chatter.

Mr. Shen's eyes widened in shock, and he couldn't help but stretched out his hand: "It's not that I don't have it, don't talk nonsense, I don't know any sellers!"

The latter pointed at the auctioneer who was almost numb and thirsty on the stage, with a sincere expression: "Listen to what you said. Do you believe it?"

Mr. Shen looked like a delicate flower that had been tortured, with a mournful expression.

It’s over——

At this time, in the private room on the second floor, after finally finding out the news, he ran into the private room without stopping.

Mr. Su, who had been thwarted several times, had gradually gained some temper.

I got so angry that I even wanted to get this hidden painting at any cost!

——"Old man, I heard from people in the club that this painting has been wrapped up by Mr. Jiang."

Mr. Su almost lost his breath with a temper.

Even the rules and regulations of Xia Baizi were messed up, which was a huge flaw to Jiang Yu.

Having no regrets, Mr. Su became even more angry. He pointed at Jiang Yu with Bai Zi in his hands: "You, you, you -"

Jiang Yu chuckled and put the black pieces in his hand neatly back into the chess box: "Junior, admit defeat."

"Mr. Jiang's grand arrogance, he actually took care of the venue tonight?" Mr. Su's face changed very quickly, and his sudden calm expression was quite bluffing.

Jiang Yu frowned in embarrassment: "Is this also a last resort, making Uncle Subo angry?"

Mr. Su snorted at him: "What's the next step? Mr. Jiang has a good trick!"

Even the group of people who came today were all teased.

Unable to bear it, Mr. Su scolded him angrily: "If I hadn't asked someone to investigate, how many times would you want to play tricks on me?!"

"Today's collection of paintings was originally intended to be a thank you gift to Sub Bo."

This voice came out of nowhere, but Mr. Su was confused: "Thank you for the gift? What other evil intentions do you, a brat, have?"

Jiang Yu laughed and took the initiative to pack up the black and white chess pieces and put them back into the chess box: "If it weren't for Huai Ming's help, I'm afraid this junior would still be troubled by Qi Luo's matter."

The cunning friend next to his grandson?

Subconsciously, Mr. Su gradually had a bad feeling in his heart.

A few days ago, he only knew that Su Huaiming transferred a lot of thugs from the company and went out in a big way.

Is it possible that it is still related to the naughty boy Qiluo?

Mr. Su was so confused that he no longer cared about whether Jiang Yu hid the paintings or not.

He sat up straight and faced Jiang Yu: "Speak more clearly."

Jiang Yu stood up with a smile: "Mr. Baishi's collection of paintings will be completed within three hours and delivered to the Su family's old residence."

Mr. Su looked stunned when he turned around to leave, and subconsciously made a confused sound: "Huh?"

He was seriously talking about that bastard Qiluo, and suddenly he mentioned some shabby paintings——

The box on the second floor was suddenly opened from the inside out, causing Mr. Shen on the first floor to tremble.

When he took a closer look, everyone was stunned.

Didn’t you say it was Mr. Su’s family?How could he be an unfamiliar young man? !

Mr. Shen pulled the assistant aside and pointed at the young man who was slowly walking down from the box on the second floor. He said in an arrogant tone: "Who is this?!"

It kept him in fear for half an hour!

The assistant swallowed and spoke slowly: "The young master of the Jiang family in Beijing, Mr. Jiang of the Hanze Group."

With a "swish", Mr. Shen withdrew that extremely arrogant finger.

——He can't afford to offend him!

I have to say that Mr. Shen is a little aggrieved now.

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