Quick Wear: The fishing beauty counterattacks and rises to the top

Wen Shiyun was stunned for a moment, as if she hadn't fully absorbed the information. "What?"

In her eyes, Ling Yanling and him didn't have a particularly deep connection, and he wasn't the type to meddle in other people's business, so how could he...

"He made an exchange with me. After he left, I would take his place and protect you."

"What do you mean, you'll protect me instead of him?"

Jin Xuncheng was silent for a moment and did not answer. Perhaps he didn't know whether he should say it or not, but when it came to her, he was not good at lying or hiding things.

"You can... ask him in person."

"So, when you said you wanted to teach me how to shoot today, was it also him who asked you to do it?" Wen Shiyun blinked her eyelashes slightly, and her eyes, which were originally calm, were now filled with ripples.

"No, but he knows."

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It was a good opportunity to learn how to shoot, but it ended inexplicably on bad terms.

After she came out, she called Ling Yanling, but no one answered.

She pursed her lips and called Wu Qingyu directly, who knew Ling Yanling's whereabouts best...

Lin Zha might not know this, but Wu Qingyu definitely knows it.

"Hello, Qingyu, I'm Shiyun."

Wu Qingyu's thin face was a little tense, and his footsteps in the inner court paused slightly.

He glanced at the man who was leaning lazily against the wall in the distance, his eyes half closed. His voice was still hoarse, but much quieter.

"Is there a problem?"

"Do you know where Ling Yanling is?" Wen Shiyun pursed her lips, "I have something important to discuss with him."

If anyone else had asked to see his boss, he would have refused outright, but he knew how special this woman was to his boss.

After hesitating for a while, he sent her an address.

"I've sent you the address. It's an underground auction in City A. But if you want to come in, you either need someone to bring you in, or you need to pay one million in cash on the spot as an entrance ticket and sign a confidentiality agreement."

"That's all I can say."

"it is good."

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She looked down at the sweatshirt and jeans she was casually wearing and sighed. She couldn't go to the auction like this. She probably wouldn't be able to get in.

She went to a nearby bank and withdrew 100 million yuan from the original owner's card, changed into a perfect purple cheongsam, and left from the shopping mall near the nearest address given by Wu Qingyu.

That underground auction house is inside the largest hotel in City A - Mo Ting.

When she was an actress in her original world, she also participated in many award ceremonies and banquets, and was quite adept at handling these scenes.

After entering the hotel, she noticed that almost everyone was wearing a mask or veil.

Wen Shiyun's eyes flickered slightly, and she stopped one of the waiters wearing a black mask and asked in a gentle voice,

"Hello, I'd like to ask, are there any activities today? I see a lot of people wearing masks."

The waiter pointed to the sign she had overlooked when she entered.

'Today's special mask event is open, all customers need to cover their faces to enter~'

This is not a mandatory activity, but it justifies the wearing of masks.

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Wen Shiyun quickly figured out the twists and turns.

Why is it at an underground auction instead of a formal large-scale auction?

All we can say is that the items in this auction are of a rather special nature and cannot be auctioned publicly, nor can the identities of all buyers and sellers be made public.

It just so happened that this cheongsam came with a purple transparent lace scarf when she bought it. She skillfully folded the scarf slightly to make it into a gauze style and hung it roughly behind her ears.

As a veil, it does not look out of place at all, and the pair of almond-shaped eyes revealed are mysterious and cold.

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She followed the masked man behind her to the innermost part of the underground first floor. Most of those people came with invitations. They handed the invitations to the waiter in front and went in.

She was about to try to sneak in when she was stopped at the door by a waiter wearing an ordinary black mask.

"Hello, Miss, do you have an invitation? This is a private auction and requires identity verification."

Wen Shiyun raised her eyes slightly, her voice soft and calm, "I brought one million in cash. Is this enough?"

She knew that being timid was the worst thing to do at this time, so she handed the cash box she had prepared in her bag to the man.

The waiter hesitated for a moment. "Excuse me, miss. It's been a while since anyone has come in with a deposit. Please come this way. I need to verify your identity and sign a confidentiality agreement."

Another waiter respectfully led her to a closed compartment, which contained a square white space that stretched as far as the eye could see.

The money has been taken away by them, and they are probably counting and verifying the amount.

The waiter handed her the confidentiality agreement that he had prepared long ago.

"Hello, Miss, the 100 million cash verification is fine. You need to sign your name here."

Finally, the waiter even checked her name and signature with extreme caution, which only made the nature of this auction seem even more complicated.

Unknown and new things always make her inexplicably excited.

She curled her lips, nodded slightly, and signed her name on the paper.

After signing her name, the waiter handed her an invitation card like the one for everyone else, and she finally entered the auction venue smoothly.

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The lighting at the scene was very dim, and the surrounding furnishings were mainly black and white, with a hint of weirdness in the low-key luxury.

Only the lights in the front auction area were left on, which kept the secret extremely well and created an extremely mysterious atmosphere.

She glanced around briefly, but didn't see the person she was looking for, so she could only find a place to sit down for the time being.

There is a small booklet attached to each seat, which should be one for everyone, introducing the auction items.

Her eyes lit up slightly, and she picked up the auction brochure curiously and started flipping through it.

This booklet is very old and interesting. The paper used looks very old, and it is hand-drawn. There is no seal or marking of the owner and source, only simple drawings and introductions of the items.

This kind of paper alone is very expensive. The auctioneers are so creative.

Turning to the last page of the booklet, there is a small note on it:

There is no lower or upper limit for the auction amount. As long as no one bids, the item belongs to you.

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In other words, you may be able to get really good stuff here at the lowest price, or you may not be able to get anything at all.

There is only a fine line between extremes.

The next second, the spotlight came on, and a woman in a pink dress appeared in the center of the scene.

Wearing a red mask, enthusiastic and professional, with an excited voice, clapping his hands,

"Good evening, everyone. Welcome to today's auction. Without further ado, let's get started!"

She calmly lifted the black cloth of the first item in front of her,

"Northern Song Dynasty Ru Kiln Celadon Glaze Washbasin, starting with no upper limit, start bidding!"