The eSports King’s Crush

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"Yes." The person who had been following Dragon Slayer opened his mouth and opened the briefcase in his hand to reveal a notebook. His fingers moved up and down quickly.

Dragon Slayer's gaze did not leave the center of the hall.

He is still observing.

"Boss. They seem to be coming up." The man said from the side.

Dragon Slayer looked back: "Have you checked it out?"

"These..." I turned around the notebook, which recorded Mr. Zhao's speeding record as soon as he returned to China. Of course, the people they sent there before also photographed him in the nightclub.

His acting style is indeed very ostentatious, and he is not good at doing business.

It’s natural that they won’t be taken seriously abroad.

It should be that Mr. Zhao didn't pay attention to it 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 been in contact with Mr. Zhao. He has no skills other than eating, drinking and having fun. He is the same as most of the rich kids in China." The man spoke with a sense of disdain, which showed that his impression was deeply rooted. .

Slayer picked up the wine glass: "Sometimes Chinese people are not as simple as they think. It is obviously unreal if there are no loopholes."

"Boss. He doesn't seem to drink." All the pictures of the man in black were enlarged.

Slayer: "Oh? That means it's not someone named Tang. If he sends someone here,

I won't send someone who can't even drink. It's not like the style of the surname Tang. "

The man in black said "hmm". After all, they had dealt with each other before. That man really looked like he was at the wine shop. He didn't look like the Chinese people who were known to perform tasks in the traditional sense at all, but he was exactly that. Once, they almost never got up again.

Those people are very skilled in disguise and would not make such obvious omissions.

Dragon Slayer turned the ring on his hand and narrowed his eyes slightly: "I'm going to take a look. We'll wait here to see if he is really like this or is he pretending."

"Yes." The man moved out of the way.

Slayer walked towards the stairs. It was obvious that he was deliberately hiding his identity.

Mo Bei and Fei Ying's movements up the stairs were very natural, and no one would notice anything wrong.

Especially Mo Bei, she would stop from time to time to look at the paintings on display.

"A famous painting from the ancient Song Dynasty. It seems that Mr. is from China."

Suddenly, a voice sounded from beside Mo Bei and the others.

Mo Bei looked back and saw that the man had a pair of dark green eyes and was wearing a white suit. He was very gentle and gentle, making it easy for people to let down their guard.

But one thing is, is he wearing something too tight this season?

Boss?

Mo Bei's eyes fell on the other person's neck.

The man continued to speak in a foreign accent: "I am very interested in Chinese culture. I wonder if I can communicate with you?"

Could it be that the person who came to talk to them at this time was sent by the consulate to meet them?

This was Fei Ying's first reaction.

Just when he was about to give the code, Mo Bei spoke and laughed, a little cynically: "I found the wrong person. I just see the value of this frame and am not interested in the painting."

As she said that, she glanced 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 he understood and started laughing.

Both of them look like country bumpkins with extremely low literacy.

Dragon Slayer smiled but didn't show anything.

It seemed that he really thought too much. This young master of the Zhao family was not worthy of his several trials.

On the other hand, the person standing next to him made him a little jealous of his talent. I guess Mr. Zhao still didn't know where this person came from.

Of course, it would be easy for a hacker to launder the money of such a rich second generation.

Seeing this, Mie Long felt that there was nothing more worthy of his further study in this man, and said something intriguing: "Mr. Zhao is really the same on the outside as he is on the outside."

"Know me?" Mo Bei turned around, with feathers wrapped around his eyes, and the tattoos spreading on his neck, giving people a strong bad look.

In comparison, Shou Long is like a pianist. There is no danger at all just looking at his back, but his eyes bring out a bloodthirsty gloom: "Of course, I am the person in charge of Zhao's partner here. "My subordinates probably haven't introduced me before." As he said that, Dragon Slayer raised his eyes, and several figures immediately came over.

Who knows how Fei Ying feels now.

When Dragon Slayer spoke his first words, his back felt cold. If Bey hadn't reacted quickly enough, they might have been tricked by each other.

Forget about hiding your identity, your life will be lost here.

The figure gradually approached.

One of them was the man who had been receiving them before: "Mr. Zhao, let me introduce you. This is our boss, Mr. Andre."

"I always thought he was the one in charge." Mo Bei glanced sideways: "Then what happened yesterday and this morning? Are you thinking that I am young and not worthy of representing the Zhao family? Are you kidding me?"

When the people next to him saw how rude he was, murderous intent suddenly emerged from their eyes.

This kid is really tired of living. Does he know who is standing in front of him?

Dragon Slayer watched from the side, with the last trace of doubt in his eyes gone. He said like a businessman: "Mr. Zhao misunderstood, but Yisi has been too chaotic recently. We all need to learn to protect ourselves, send my assistants and contact, I also want to know whether Mr. Zhao is suitable to work with us, and at the same time, we can avoid unnecessary trouble. "

If it weren't for Mo Bei, Feiying would never have thought that Dragon Slayer would be such a person.

Such people are actually the culprits who initiate civil strife and regard war and plunder as fun.

You can't tell it from the way you talk.

How did bey realize something was wrong?

Flying Eagle went to see Mo Bei.

The latter just seemed to have accepted the Dragon Slayer's rhetoric and still behaved like a handsome young man: "I understand."

Dragon Slayer glanced at his side and said, "Go and prepare. If you find that what you were given is wrong, take action immediately."

This sentence is a local dialect.

Neither Mo Bei nor Fei Ying understood.

After Dragon Slayer finished speaking, he chuckled: "Lunch time is coming soon. Why don't we chat while eating? Mr. Zhao should have something for me."

This is where the conversation begins.

Fei Ying clenched the briefcase tightly with one hand.

He was very worried that some important information would appear in the process that they didn't know, and the effect of that operation would be compromised.

The purpose of finding Dragon Slayer was to use him to find out where Professor Liang was, and the information Professor Liang had, which must not be allowed to be obtained by Dragon Slayer.

But if it continues like this.

Even if there is any news about Professor Liang, they will not know it.

Feiying was a little anxious.

Mo Bei held his trouser pocket with one hand and raised his eyes: "Mr. Andre, we're not in a hurry for lunch. It's time to open the stone. I just saw a piece and wanted to bet on it."

The rest were visibly impatient.

Who are they? They want to be so polite to a prodigal who only knows how to show off.

"I really want to shoot him." A man said in local dialect.

Dragon Slayer said: "When he is no longer of use, we can destroy him at any time, but not now."

The man still wanted to speak.

Mo Bei said: "What are you talking about?"

The man paused and reached his hand behind him.

In Mo Bei's view, this move revealed the news that their guns were hidden in the lower waists under their suit jackets.

Mo Bei's words were intentional.

Even Slayer's eyes narrowed, as if he was about to make a decision.

Over there, Mo Bei said again: "Mr. Andre also wants to take a gamble?"

Dragon Slayer hid the murderous intent in his eyes and said with a smile: "Indeed, I also want to see if emeralds can be found."

"It seems that Mr. Andre likes money just like me." Mo Bei also smiled, with a sense of arrogance in it.

Dragon Slayer turned his 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.

Dragon Slayer shook his head.

Only then did the people standing in the dark lower their hands.

However, what they didn't know was that Mo Bei had seen this change in movement.

While still on the second floor.

From their movements, we can judge where most people are hiding in the crowd.

This is Mo Bei's intention.

After all, this is the only place with the best view.

Before the stone is opened, bidding must be done first.

The hostess pushed the rough stone to the center of the hall, her voice sweet and professional.

"What we are going to bid for today is the No. 301 rough stone, which is the most popular today. It is of the highest quality both in terms of origin and raw material. The starting price is one million."

"Okay, someone has already started bidding, one million once, one..."

"One hundred and fifty." The person holding the sign was Mo Bei. His rose-red suit and cold white side face attracted many eyes at once.

Dragon Slayer looked on, obviously thinking about other things.

A man in black came over and spoke something in his ear, again in the local language.

Flying Eagle is a bit unable to do anything.

He really admired Bey. He really looked like a playboy who came to have fun.

However, looking at Mo Bei from this angle, one could clearly see the change in Dragon Slayer's eyes.

What is certain is that something unexpected is happening.

But what it was specifically, Mo Bei didn't know the local dialect, so he couldn't guess it for a while.

"Are you sure?" This was Dragon Slayer's reply.

The man in black nodded and lowered his voice: "He has already come in."

"That's really interesting." Shoulong turned his bracelet and said, "Go and prepare an ambush to see if there is a chance to let this young master of the Feng family come to our place as a guest."

"Yes." When the man in black retreated.

The auction continues.

"1.5 million for the first time, 1.5 million for the second time, 1.50..."

"1.55 million."

"Okay, now this gentleman's offer has reached 1.55 million, does anyone want to add more?"

Mo Bei once again wanted to raise his sign.

But a voice got there first.

The voice was low, clear and careless, ringing in the middle of the noisy hall, like a stream meandering through, soaking into the heart: "Two million."

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