1680 Missed the Perfect Opportunity to Take a Photo
"It's her?" Mo Xi was stunned. He then looked around and saw a group of elders dressed as professors nearby.
One of them was Master Cheng.
His furrowed brows relaxed again, and he no longer paid attention to Qiao Nian. He deliberately waited for the girl to pass by before secretly taking out his miniature phone and taking a photo of the man not far away, sending it to the group.
[Mo Xi: I saw Torre. He came to the Paradise Hotel to attend a cocktail party. He's very cautious and has quite a number of people with him.]
[Mo Xi: Photo.jpg]
He lowered his head. Soon, someone in the group replied to him.
[Y: You don't have to do anything. Just keep an eye on him. See who he comes into contact with and remember those people.]
[Mo Xi: Okay, I understand!]
It was not good to keep playing with his phone in such a place. It was easy to be noticed.
Mo Xi didn't keep looking down and sending messages.
After he sent the photo he had just taken, he knew what he should and shouldn't do next. He knew what to do and stopped playing with his phone.
However, Mo Xi hesitated again when he caught a glimpse of the girl with Master Cheng from the corner of his eye. He hesitated about whether to tell Master Wang and the others that Master Cheng and the others were also there.
However, he did not have time to hesitate for long. The lights dimmed, and it was now too late for him to take a photo. He was attracted by the auction stage that rose in the middle.
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"The auction has begun."
Nie Mi spoke to the girl with familiarity after the lights dimmed.
They were all focused on the auction stage in the middle. Everyone's attention was basically attracted by the auction stage.
Qiao Nian raised her cap and looked over.
Soon, the auctioneer went up, followed by a high-tech robot delivering the first item.
A precious herb.
The people below bid sparsely. They did not seem to be interested in such a conventional auction item.
On the other hand, Liang Conglin was quite interested. He waited for the bidding to end before shouting, "No. 015, 680,000 yuan."
From the beginning, Qiao Nian had noticed that there was a number on everyone's invitation.
At that time, she did not know the meaning behind it.
It was not until Liang Conglin shouted that she understood its use. It should be something the organizers used to differentiate the guests' identities.
The first auctioned item was a medicinal ingredient, a type of Chinese medicine.
Although it was very precious, the majority of the people did not believe in Chinese medicine. Naturally, they did not believe in the medicinal herbs that were used in Chinese Medicine. They thought that it was just some random plant.
Liang Conglin's bidding was not low.
As soon as he shouted 680,000 yuan, the few people who had bid previously fell silent. Clearly, they felt that it was not worth it to spend hundreds of thousands to buy Chinese medicine.
Qiao Nian watched as the auctioneer on stage raised his hammer, preparing to announce the success of the auction.
However, a repulsive voice sounded at this moment.
"001, 700,000."
The other party's voice was low and hoarse. It sounded disgusting and subconsciously dangerous.
Liang Conglin frowned.
The number was related to the customer's identity. Number 001's identity was definitely not simple.
He hesitated for a moment, and in the blink of an eye, the auction was successful.
The meat Ganoderma he thought highly of had been taken away by the other party.
Although Liang Conglin felt a little regretful, he did not think too much about it. He thought that it was a coincidence.
