Mr. Wen stared at his back hatefully, trembling with anger and unable to do anything.

He doesn't have time to spend time with Rong Yu now. Wen's most important cooperation this year has been preempted, and he must find other ways to make up for it as soon as possible.

Just when he was at a loss, the marketing director proposed a new plan.

"Dr. Wen, Mr. Liu is obsessed with antiques. If you can give him a gift that will make him happy, maybe we can consider developing abroad. In this case, even if the Rong Group wants to intervene again, it will not be easy."

This is a hopeless solution, treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

Mr. Liu is a giant who invests in multinational companies. If you can establish a relationship with him through his words and deeds, more cooperation paths can be opened up through him.

However, although Mr. Liu has a profound influence in the industry, he is also known for his temper, which is very difficult to deal with.

Mr. Wen didn't think about it for long before he made his decision. He asked people to check the recent activity procedures of large auction houses.

The assistant quickly brought the news, "There will be a black market opening in Wen Dong City in the next two days. I learned through a secret line that there will be something we want in this auction."

Mr. Wen gently rubbed the night pearl on his crutch, squinted his eyes, and flashed a fierce look on his face, "Prepare a car and a blank check, and seize this opportunity at all costs."

The assistant responded and went down to prepare.

The black market auction house is very different from what it appears on the surface. The first thing that bears the brunt is that the people are very mixed, and there are almost no legal restrictions. As long as you have money and power, human lives can be traded freely.

You may accidentally bump into someone who looks inconspicuous but can kill you in minutes.

Mr. Wen only brought two bodyguards with him, and he told them to keep a low profile before entering the auction house.

The Wen Group's capital chain is already in jeopardy. If it offends the wrong people, it will really be a disaster.

The underground trading place has a large area, about the size of two buildings, and is divided into sky boxes and rows of stairs.

Mr. Wen paid a deposit of hundreds of thousands to barely get a box in the corner, but it was more high-profile than the one on the ground.

The auctioneer came on stage, wearing a mysterious black mask and making a mechanical sound, "Dear guests, welcome to today's auction venue. Our auction house has carefully prepared fifty lots for you. Some of you have already had a preliminary understanding of the lots."

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"Well, without further ado, let's move on to the first auction item, the original painting of Saint Wu Daozi, a picture of hell in disguise. The starting price is two hundred million US dollars."

The first auction item was priced at such a price, and Mr. Wen's face instantly became serious.

He still underestimated this auction, and he was afraid that he would have to spend a lot of money to get what he wanted today.

What he wanted was at the bottom of the list, and after a few hours, Mr. Wen had begun to feel restless.

After finally waiting for the enchanting girl to push out the Pharaoh's mask and scepter, the auctioneer had just reported the lowest auction price. Mr. Wen was the first to press the call button, "One billion US dollars."

This is already the maximum amount he can put out. If anyone increases it, the plan will not be far from failure.

Mr. Wen leaned forward and scanned the other boxes in the venue as if facing a formidable enemy.

The auctioneer had already started counting down, and just when Mr. Wen was about to breathe a sigh of relief, an unusually familiar male voice suddenly sounded, calling for double the price.

Mr. Wen suddenly froze, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He turned back to his assistant and asked through gritted teeth, "Didn't I ask you to keep your whereabouts secret? Why did Rong Yu come with you?"

The assistant didn't expect this to happen. He explained with sweating profusely, "This, I don't know this either. I have obviously arranged all the follow-up work. There is no way he knows!"

It's too late to say anything now, and you won't be able to fight hard.

He increased the price several times in a row, but Rong Yu stopped him every time.

Mr. Wen's eyes were filled with gloom, and the wrinkles on his face were slightly swollen with anger.

He stood up with crutches and whispered: "Let's go to the car and wait for someone."

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Without reacting, he subconsciously asked: "Who are you waiting for?".br

Mr. Wen glanced at the box in the venue, and his tone gradually became calmer, "I'm waiting for someone who has a premeditated plan."

As soon as he finished speaking, he walked out of the box first, and his assistant quickly followed.

Rong Yu waited patiently until the auction was over. When he walked out, he was stopped by a black car, which seemed to be his expectation.

He gestured behind him, opened the back seat and sat in it.

Mr. Wen sat on his back and said with his eyes closed: "Rong Yu, you have to be merciful and merciful, how far are you going to go?"

When he said this, his momentum was at full strength, and the air in the car was instantly squeezed.

Rong Yu crossed his hands on his legs, unaffected at all, and asked without answering: "Dr. Wen, maybe you can tell me first, what did you say to my grandfather a few days ago?"

Mr. Wen's gray eyebrows wrinkled uncontrollably for a moment and then relaxed, and he sighed heavily, "I'm also very sad about your grandfather, but you have to understand that we are all old, and no one can say tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

What will happen?"

Rong Yu stared at him with a sly smile, "Unfortunately, all the surveillance cameras in the villa were gone that day. Doesn't this matter have anything to do with you?"

Mr. Wen feigned anger and his voice became much louder, "Don't talk nonsense. Could it be that I was the cause of your grandfather's heart attack? You have to pay attention to evidence when speaking."

Rong Yu sneered: "If there was evidence, we wouldn't be sitting together talking now."

Mr. Wen's chest rose and fell violently with anger. It took him a long time to regain his breath. He could no longer control the anger in his heart and said bluntly: "Rong Yu, don't think that I can't recognize people when I'm old. Isn't it because of that woman Shuyang?"

Are you just breaking up with my granddaughter? If you continue to target the Wen family regardless of the consequences, then you will have to distract yourself from protecting your woman. Don't let me find an opportunity to strike."

When Shuyang was mentioned, Rong Yu immediately became angry, and there was no smile on his face, which was like a sky full of frost.

Mr. Wen thought he had caught his weakness. However, the next thing he said made Mr. Wen lose his backbone. His face was pale, his whole body was weak, and a rare emotion of panic appeared on his face.

After Rong Yu got out of the car, Mr. Wen's vision went dark. He bit his lip hard and drew blood before he managed to regain his energy and said urgently to the assistant sitting in the driver's seat: "Hurry, go home."

The assistant listened clearly to the conversation between the two, and saw Mr. Wen's frightened expression through the rearview mirror, and was puzzled.

Rong Yu just mentioned a place name in Xiling, but it actually made Mr. Wen, who was always steady, confused. Is there any hidden secret in this?
Chapter completed!