Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

"..."

Ye Kong stiffened slightly.

She didn't want to respond to this bitch's words, but she didn't want to miss the opportunity.

Sitting in the last row, she looked up at the front area, and finally raised her hands to support her face and laughed: "Who knows?"

The weak laughter of the young girl in the darkness overlapped with the mockery coming from under the first row of Nuo masks.

"Anyway, he must be a coward who can't afford to buy Stellaris so he has to resort to crooked means. He's probably the kind of male giant baby who hides behind his father and wife and sucks his fingers and drinks milk all his life."

"It's hard for me to imagine who could come up with such a dirty, low-brow, and unintelligent method."

"what……"

She uttered a high and pitying sigh in the darkness: "A hopeless coward and fool."

"Such people……"

The "Undead Demon" in the first row looked back and pointed at the stiff middle-aged man behind him with his Nuo face: "I guess he is the kind of fool you said, who has nothing left except luck but is still unaware of it."

Under the Nuo mask, the eyes curved slightly.

Wen Rong clenched his slightly trembling fists, but found that he couldn't stop it.

He stared at the mask with exaggerated colors and strange lines, and the corners of his mouth twitched stiffly.

——Kill her, I must kill her, I must kill her kill her kill her…

In the darkness of the last row, the girl smiled silently with her eyes curved.

·

The chair was suddenly bumped hard.

The “Immortal Demon” swayed and nearly fell backwards, but was stabilized by the timely help of the person next to him who held the handrail.

She frowned and looked to the side, but the man apologized first and blocked her mouth.

"Sorry, the wheelchair brakes suddenly failed."

Being interrupted like this, she didn't bother to look at the reaction of the old man behind her.

"It's been ten minutes."

The auctioneer on the stage finally lost all his strength and skills, and looked extremely frustrated as he hung his head and shoulders: "Is there really no one who wants to bid?"

The guest seemed too lazy to even continue the ridicule.

There was silence.

The auctioneer could only slowly raise the hammer and said in a dead voice: "I declare that the last lot of this auction is--"

Wen Rong took a deep breath, raised his head, glanced coldly at the figure in front of him, and his hands finally stopped shaking.

"…The popular long-running comic book "Stars" by the genius painter Fusei-yao…"

The longer the attributive, the more impatient urging and ridicule the guests would receive, but the auctioneer was just as persistent as a crazy fan.

"The film and television copyright with a time limit of 20 years and a starting price of 5 billion——"

He scanned the entire venue with an almost desperate gaze, as if he was still waiting for someone to save the things in the display case, but in the end he had to continue reluctantly: "So, it's unsold--"

The hammer was raised high—

"and many more."

A sound, along with a sign with the number "8" on it, suddenly floated into everyone's senses.

The auctioneer's pupils shrank suddenly in despair and frustration, but his raised hand did not stop, instead he hammered down even faster and more panickily.

boom--

It was the sound of a metal number plate being thrown and hitting someone's hand accurately.

The gavel fell to the ground with a ping-pong sound.

The auctioneer fearfully grasped his bruised wrist and turned to look at the figure standing up in the audience.

8 number.

Sit in the middle of the left side of the first row.

He stood up in order to throw away his number plate.

At this time, he adjusted his tie and said in a teasing tone: "You are really weird. When no one raised a sign, you tried to delay time. But when I really raised it, you pretended not to see or hear it. Are you okay?"

"I..." the auctioneer said timidly, "I didn't react."

"Then you need to practice your reaction."

The man turned his head, and the spotlight illuminated the exaggerated golden carved mask on his face. Coupled with the way he nodded slightly and said "Excuse me, everyone", it was almost certain at a glance that he must be a man with an extraordinary background and who had been in a high position for a long time - because only such a person would develop such a nonchalant yet calm demeanor.

After apologizing to everyone, he sat down leisurely and raised his hand to the people on the stage: "Come on, give me my sign."

The auctioneer picked up the sign and slowly handed it back to him.

After taking the sign, the man smiled at the auctioneer who was standing in front of him and kept glancing at him, and said, "Go back to where you belong."

The auctioneer was like a spinning top, shrinking back to the back of the stage.

No. 9 pressed his forehead and said, "Pick up the gavel."

-

After all the people and equipment were returned to their respective positions, the man officially raised the sign again amid the growing discussion filled with shock and doubt.

"Five billion." He smiled slightly, and then lowered his voice to "zero one dollar."

-

Silence, then uproar.

"He's crazy?"

"Number 9, who is number 9?"

"Five billion?! Even if you only add one dollar, that's five billion!!!"

"He's really crazy."

"Whose is it?"

“Your accent doesn’t sound like someone from Nangang.”

……

Many people stood up in shock.

Wen Rong also stood up suddenly.

"How can it be?!"

Under the mask, his eyes were wide open, his face was pale, and his facial features were almost distorted by shock and anger.

But as soon as he said this, his feverish mind half sobered up, and he suddenly looked down -

Everyone around turned to look at him.

There are only three or five of them, but they are the ones with the highest status and the most power in the whole place.

No matter how violent the commotion was or how loud the laughter was, they remained unmoved - because their age and experience were there, and no matter how big the scene or the farce was, they had to remain silent in order to show their self-cultivation and status.

He spoke in a low voice before, and his several exchanges with the Undead Demon were not heard by outsiders.

But at this moment, he stood up suddenly and did not control the volume, which immediately attracted their attention.

In the darkness, there were clear glances of surprise from behind those low-key, solid-colored masks.

They were surprised, “Why did he react so strongly?”, “Why would he lose his composure in such an occasion?”, “Isn’t he the heir of the Wen family? Why would he yell at 5 billion?”…

His wandering gaze suddenly fell to the front.

The young woman wearing the Nuo mask turned her head silently, and her eyes under the mask looked up at him coldly and indifferently: "Do you want to judge again?"

"Is this my luck or my ability?"

Wen Rong: ...

In his stiff and stagnant gaze, the undead demon suddenly smiled.

"Anyway, it seems you didn't have a chance to discuss with me about the reasonable price of Stellaris - what a shame, don't you think?"

Wen Rong: ...