Dragon Clan: Restart your life

The Maserati stopped on the roadside speed bump.

"Are you ready? The mission is about to begin. You are going to the auction now. As an art lover with rich assets but new to the industry, you need some hobbies to reflect your identity. Smoking Cuban cigars that cost fifty dollars a piece. It hints at your taste.”

Angers handed a cigar sealed in an aluminum tube to Lu Mingfei.

"Get it, get it! You know it by heart, I, Lu Mingfei, a local dog, oh no, a local tycoon! Because I like the lady from the art college, I plan to cultivate a unique artistic taste... What idiot wrote this script? ?”

Lu Mingfei took the cigar, held it in his mouth, and said sideways, as if he had entered the role.

Angers handed over another envelope and praised: "It seems to be written by your dear roommate. I think it suits you very well. Here is your invitation. Don't lose it. Norma opened it for you in a bank in Zurich." An account with 2 million deposited in it.”

"Very suitable? Oh, principal, don't you know that there is a kind of person who can't hide his true temperament no matter how he pretends?" Lu Mingfei took the letter and put it in his pocket, shook his head and got out of the car.

He closed the car door, and as if he remembered something, he leaned on the car door and asked, "By the way, principal, is there an upper limit for this bidding?"

"The upper limit?"

"Yes, what if... I mean what if!" Lu Mingfei said with a slight guilty conscience, "What if someone is crazy to bid against me? Think about it, what if there is news that there is a mole in the school who steals that thing? It has been leaked and attracted competitors, so should I give up midway and wait for another opportunity, or should I fight with the opponent to the end to show our indomitable will to fight?"

Angers scratched his head: "A mole? There shouldn't be such a thing, right? I came to you as a trustee, hoping that the thing would become an unpopular thing, and as a nouveau riche, you would naturally spend money on seemingly useless things. , and then put it in your pocket, but if someone really sees the value of that thing, then you have to use your S-level aura to shock him and make him retreat!"

The old man looks very optimistic about you.

"No, what is the S-level aura?" Lu Mingfei was stunned and shouted, "Is it the aura of a king? There is no way that thing can be trusted with real money. Principal, if you don't tell me, I won't know it!"

"Actually..." the old man pondered for a moment and shrugged, "Just take it down. I just don't want some people to focus on that thing. As for how much it costs, it doesn't matter. Anyway, the money will be paid by the school board. If someone pays for you, don’t be afraid, just do your best!”

Lu Mingfei praised: "With your words, principal, I feel relieved."

"See you later!" Ange smiled and waved, stepped on the accelerator, and the car suddenly jumped out.

Fortunately, Lu Mingfei was able to dodge quickly and did not stay where he was and eat exhaust fumes.

He stood on the side of the road and looked up at the sky.

The sky was as clear as water, and a white-winged lake gull that strayed into a human city passed among the high-rise buildings, leaving a silhouette in the sky.

With your words here, I really don’t have any psychological burden.

The thief on the road smiled brightly and looked at the black Lincoln car slowly driving towards him.

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Pennsylvania Road.

This is a small road hidden in the downtown area, with towering gray walls of skyscrapers on both sides. Over time, the limestone surface has peeled off, revealing the desolation of a run-down aristocrat.

At the end of the road stands a huge square building. There is not a single window on the tall wall, and only a large exhaust fan near the top is slowly rotating.

Chicago Civic Opera.

Various high-end cars parked at the door, red taillights flashed one after another, and heavy doors opened.

The first person to come down was a man wearing a black tuxedo or evening dress, a white embroidered shirt, and a cosmopolitan style parted head with heavy hair oil, which made him look bright.

Then the hand that stuck out from the car was wearing long white velvet gloves, and a silver watch was worn outside the gloves. The man held that hand and gently pulled out the modern girl wrapped in mink and veiled. The heels of their shoes hit the ground, their calves stretched out in graceful arcs, and white steam overflowed from the sewer mouths. Men and women walked arm in arm toward the opera house.

Time seemed to go back 60 years in an instant.

Return to Chicago in the golden age of 1950.

ten minutes later.

Wait until all the high-end cars gradually leave.

A black Lincoln sedan parked silently in front of the Opera House.

The waiter was attracted by its old-school style and momentum, and ran down the steps quickly. The car window slowly lowered, and a young, slender hand handed out a dark red invitation.

"Mr. Ricardo M. Lu, the auction has started. Do you want to go in now?" The waiter asked politely, reading the unfamiliar name.

"Of course." The young man sitting in the shadows in the car said with a smile.

"Please!" The waiter opened the car door for him and stepped aside.

A young man with a thick cigar in his mouth walked out of the car, wearing an expensive Armani custom-made formal suit, a white lace scarf, shiny Ferragamo leather shoes, and a brown Burberry windbreaker on his shoulders.

The waiter looked surprised. He didn't expect this person's taste to be so...mixed.

But this was the taste of the distinguished guest, and as a waiter, he had no right to comment.

The waiter took the initiative to walk ahead and lead the way for Lu Mingfei.

"Why haven't you arrived yet? The auction has already started." Ange's confused voice came from the wireless earbuds in his ears.

"We're at the door, there's a traffic jam on the road." The miniature microphone was hidden by Lu Mingfei's chin.

"Don't be surprised when you see anything, just follow along."

"What we are about to start shooting now is the "Qing Qianlong Yangcai Icing on the Wanshou Ruyi Gourd Vase". This porcelain from the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty in China is the pinnacle of porcelain making technology at that time..."

In the spacious hall, the auctioneer's powerful and expressive voice came.

Lu Mingfei followed the waiter through the dimly lit passage, and the faint smell of perfume floated in the air.

He stood at the corner of the passage and the hall.

At this time, the lights in the hall have been extinguished, but the opera house is still brightly lit. It is no longer the crystal chandeliers that illuminate the place, but hundreds of pairs of golden pupils!

Golden eyes!

"Don't be surprised. The people participating in this auction are all mixed races, just like you and me. Find your seat and sit down. The auction has already begun." Angers' deep voice came from the earbuds.

The auction in the hall has already begun, and the auctioneer started bidding after a full introduction.

But at this moment, the sound of footsteps interrupted his bidding.

The leather shoes made a crisp sound when they stepped on the ground, as if they were stepping on the lifeblood of the earth, which shocked everyone's ears slightly.

The people sitting on the seats slowly turned their heads.

Hundreds of pairs of golden eyes locked onto the latecomer who was walking down slowly at the same time, gathering in unparalleled majesty like a tide!

"Mingfei...what are you doing?" The principal's confused voice came from the earbuds.

Lu Mingfei smiled and took off his sunglasses, throwing them to the waiter beside him.

Everyone saw this young man who was late, glanced at his whole body with a slight frown, and couldn't help but sneered. They laughed and discussed the young man's nouveau riche taste with the people around him, just like a landlord who smelled of copper. Entered a gathering among famous aristocrats.

Lu Mingfei closed his eyes and put away the smile on his lips, but his steps did not stop. It seemed that he did not feel the majesty that was squeezing around him like a substance.

And when he opened his eyes again.

The dark golden pupils were filled with hot lava.

The blazing eyes were cold and fierce.

He scanned the entire audience, and no one dared to challenge him.

He smiled politely and equally to everyone again, and walked towards his position in the sudden deathly silence.

Earlier, he broke into this hall wearing a very fancy brand name, and everyone was laughing at his taste, laughing at how cute and ridiculous a nouveau riche got lost and broke into a noble's ball.

But when he opened his eyes and looked around, no one dared to look at him anymore. They all subconsciously avoided those majestic golden eyes, as if they had been stung hard!

Taste can lie.

But blood does not.

Mixed breeds are proud of their bloodlines and naturally respect them.

At the moment when their eyes met, all of them were defeated without any doubt.

This is not a lake gull that strayed into a human city at all!

But a completely humanoid tyrannosaurus!

He used his weird and ridiculous taste to cover up his most powerful and violent nature, like a lion wearing a jackal's skin, blending into a pack of jackals, who laughed at his unusualness.

And when he reveals his true nature, everyone must treat him with silence to express their awe for his strength and bloodline!

then.

The low laughter and chatter were swept away, replaced by awe-inspiring silence.

The hall fell silent for an instant.

But there is something unspeakable in this calmness.

Just like the thunder that moves like snakes behind the clouds, you can't see or hear it, but you can faintly feel the magnificence and fatal danger behind the clouds.

The young man followed his own rhythm and took his seat in front of everyone. He ignored anyone from beginning to end, did not apologize for interrupting the auction, and just leisurely enjoyed the world as if he alone existed.

So... arrogant.