Out of control and sinking

After listening to the bodyguard's explanation, Jiang Ruan realized that this was the auction they were going to participate in.

This shocked Jiang Ruan even more.

Keep in mind, this building has a total of forty-eight floors.

To rent out an entire building for an auction?
That so-called Boss Zou is really rich!
As soon as they stepped out of the elevator, they were stopped by the guards at the door.

He said a lot of things that Jiang Ruan couldn't understand.

Jiang Ruan was a little confused, but the bodyguards beside her answered fluently.

Jiang Ruan asked the bodyguard, "What is he saying?"

The bodyguard replied, "The auction venue is just inside here. Smart devices are not allowed inside to prevent people from taking photos without permission."

Jiang Ruan: "So that's how it is."

Smart devices?

“I brought my phone,” she said.

"Miss Jiang, we need to hand over our phones," the bodyguard said.

Since it was the rule, Jiang Ruan naturally followed it.

After handing over their phones and passing through three security checkpoints, they finally arrived at the auction hall.

As soon as she entered, she saw a large crowd of people of all skin colors, communicating in various languages ​​that Jiang Ruan could not understand.

Jiang Ruan then truly felt that she had stepped into another country, and that here, she was the foreigner.

She could only understand a little bit of what was being said by those who spoke English.

The bodyguard led the way, introducing her to the surrounding layout and architecture, which were unique to South Africa. Jiang Ruan listened patiently, like a well-behaved little girl studying.
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When Bo Ye arrived at the office, the man was playing billiards.

He was still wearing an exaggerated python-print colorful coat, with a low-cut vest that revealed his abs, and the sleeves were rolled up, revealing dragon tattoos on both arms.

Holding the cue stick, he leaned forward, his eyes fixed on the ball on the table like eagle hooks.

From this angle, the phoenix tattoo on his neck, intertwined with the bulging veins, seemed almost alive.

Bo Ye looked on indifferently.

He seemed nonchalant, but he was actually making plans in his mind.

What was the purpose of bringing him here?

Bang! Goal!
He won cheers and applause from his subordinates.

Bo Ye smiled and clapped his hands, making a louder noise in the office. Boss Zou turned around, and Bo Ye said, "Good shot."

Upon seeing him, Boss Zou casually tossed his golf club to someone next to him, walked over, and said with a forced smile, "You're here."

Bo Ye: "Mm."

He said calmly, "You haven't changed at all."

"I still enjoy playing billiards as always."

Mr. Zou, who was in his early thirties, scoffed upon hearing this: "Just killing time out of boredom."

He raised his hand, and someone next to him immediately brought him a cigar.

Mr. Zou held one in his hand, glancing at him casually: "Want to try some? I just got this, it tastes good."

Bo Ye stared at the cigar, his gaze deep, but he didn't move.

His thin lips twitched slightly, as if the words of refusal were on the tip of his tongue.

"What, are you afraid I'll poison you or drug you?"

As soon as Mr. Zou finished speaking, he lit his cigar with a lighter with a click, took a puff, and instantly the air was filled with smoke.

I won't touch that thing.

"If you don't trust me, why don't you take this one?"

Mr. Zou took the cigar out of his mouth and made a gesture as if to hand it to Bo Ye.

So ambiguous.

Bo Ye's face darkened instantly, his eyes filled with disgust: "Get out."

He cursed, "How disgusting!"

Instead of getting angry after being scolded, Boss Zou laughed heartily.

I'm in a good mood.

He glanced at his subordinates, who wisely withdrew.

With a cigar in his mouth, Boss Zou turned around and sat down on the sofa, crossing his legs: "Come on, sit down. Don't be so polite with me."

His tone was very friendly: "I heard you brought a girl with you this time. Is she your sister-in-law?"