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At the same time, Feng Shizhen was rummaging around the house like crazy.
Meng Jiu listened to the noise outside while watching Feng Shizhen rummaging around in the room with great interest.
This room is only about twenty square meters in size, and the furnishings are extremely simple, with just a few tables and chairs. Feng Shizhen just rummaged through it roughly, knowing that Meng Jiu would not put the key anywhere he could find it. Although this young man is mentally disturbed, he is not a fool. The nephew who was raised by Meng Xu'an, even if he is a madman, is also a smart madman.
"You can't find it!" Meng Jiu said with a genuine smile, "Big brother asked me not to give it to you."
"On your body?" Feng Shizhen asked, "Don't think I dare not search your body."
"No." Meng Jiu shook his head, "You'll never find it, don't waste your efforts. The auction is about to begin. Won't Miss Feng come with me to watch it? Guess who will take the photo of this golden unicorn? "
Who is the final winner?
Meng Xuan¡¯s message before leaving echoed in Feng Shizhen¡¯s mind. She suddenly understood, and instantly understood when Meng Xu'an would choose to assassinate Rong Jia.
Feng Shizhen strode forward, grabbed Meng Jiu's collar, and pulled the young man's thin body over.
"What will it take for you to give me the key?"
Meng Jiu stared excitedly at Feng Shizhen's beautiful but angry face, chuckled, tilted his head and said, "You look really good like this. I'll ask my eldest brother to make you a model for me later, and I'll draw you every day, okay?"
Feng Shizhen let go of his hand, and Meng Jiu fell back into the wheelchair, continuing to look at her with a smile.
"You must be ready. Now, let's enter the formal auction"
The strange portraits in Meng Jiu's studio flashed through Feng Shizhen's mind.
"The imprisoned woman, the pale, haggard, sickly woman, the woman whose eyes are full of hatredthe withered petals are crushed in the woman's hand.
Carnations, flowers for mother
"The starting price of this auction item is 100,000 yuan. Please bid!"
"One in a hundred thousand!"
"Mr. No. 3's bid is just in case. Who else can bid a higher price?"
"One hundred and two thousand." Someone shouted immediately.
Because the base price is too high, the competition for Jin Qilin is not very fierce. Hashimoto had no time to pay attention to him. Although Rong Jiashang turned back, he was not busy taking action. He seemed to still have doubts about the authenticity of this golden unicorn.
Meng Xuan stood in the back row of the crowd and glanced sideways at the second floor.
In a dark room, a man dressed in black was half-kneeling behind the window, holding a sniper rifle. The dark gun barrel equipped with a silencer slowly stretched out from the window. In the crosshairs was Rong Jiashang's handsome, graceful, yet cold and aloof profile.
A loud slap sounded in the closed room.
Meng Jiu was knocked to the ground, his legs with atrophic muscles curled up awkwardly, and his body was shaking. There was a palm print on his pale face, and his eyes were full of fear, like a puppy under the butcher's knife.
"It's all your fault!" Feng Shizhen looked down at the young man on the ground fiercely, cursed and roared in the most vicious tone she could pretend, and tried her best to imitate the sick and crazy woman in Meng Jiu's paintings. .
"You are a monster! You destroyed me! Without you, I would not be what I am now! This is all your fault!"
She rushed over, sarcastically beating and pushing the boy who was already frightened out of his mind.
"Go to hell! You shouldn't have been born in the first place! Why don't you go to death?"
She controlled her strength, but she didn¡¯t use it hard enough to really hurt anyone. However, language is the most powerful weapon of harm, like a sharp knife cutting through Meng Jiu's disguised face.
The boy was shaking as if he had a fever under her push, his eyes were wide open and bloodshot. Feng Shizhen knew that his guess was correct, so he felt relieved and grabbed Meng Jiu's neck with both hands.
"go to hell!"
"One hundred and fifty thousand! Mr. No. 20 bids one hundred and fifty thousand. Is there anything higher?"
Rong Jiashang finally raised the number plate, "160,000."
In one breath, he raised 10,000 yuan. Rong Jiashang's second success today caused an uproar in the audience.
The host shouted excitedly: "The gentleman on the 7th asked for 160,000"
"One hundred and seventy thousand." Meng Xu'an held up the sign with an elegant smile.
Rong Jiashang turned his head, glanced at Meng Xu'an, and raised his number plate again.??As calm as water, he put down his number plate amidst the commotion and bowed slightly towards Rong Jiashang.
"Three hundred and eighty thousand once!"
"Three hundred and eighty thousand twice!"
"Three hundred and eighty thousand, deal done! Congratulations to Mr. Rong on the 7th!"
Rong Jiashang showed an indifferent smile amidst the flood of congratulations. He didn't seem to be as excited and proud as spending a lot of money to buy a small antique. The hostess invited him to the stage, and when he passed by Meng Xu'an, she shook hands with him.
¡°Thank you very much, Boss Meng, for your humility.¡±
"You're welcome." Meng Xu'an said, "Anyway, everything will be returned to its original owner, right?"
"Definitely." Rong Jia said. After straightening her tie, the graceful emcee walked onto the auction stage.
Feng Shizhen ran down the stairs amidst the noise.
She has a light step, an agile figure, her loose curly hair flying high, and her whole person exudes an arrogant and reckless aura, like a moth rushing to the fire regardless of its own safety.
Meng Xu'an's gloomy smile froze with her appearance. He was stunned for a moment, then showed a sinister look, and immediately turned his head and made a gesture diagonally upward. On the raised arm, the watch reflected a rather dazzling light.
Feng Shizhen could no longer see anyone else in his eyes. She struggled to push away the guests who were blocking her way, and rushed to the auction table like crazy amid complaints.
Rong Jiashang watched in astonishment as she came straight towards her, their eyes met, and the hand that was supposed to pick up the golden unicorn box opened towards her body.
The dark golden skirt flew in the air, creating a brilliant stream of light that flashed dazzlingly.
Amid the uproar, Feng Shizhen threw Rong Jiashang onto the stage.
Snapped¡ª¡ª
The box containing the golden unicorn suddenly burst, and glass slag flew away!
The hostess raised her hands to cover her chest, but bright red blood rushed out from between her fingers. There was still confusion on her beautiful and childish face. She staggered two steps and fell down in full view of everyone.
"Ah - killing someone -"
Meng Xuan raised his hand with a stern look on his face, raised his five fingers together, and made a downward slashing gesture.
Horrified screams resounded throughout the hall, and gunshots rang out again, kicking off a midnight assassination. #####(Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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