Kneeling and begging the ancestors to be a good man

Chapter 17 No. 404 [09] Stealing acupuncture needles and grabbing them
"Miss, do you need anything?"

Installed.

It is not surprising for a man from a wealthy family, holding financial power and social status to appear on such an occasion, but if he appears as a staff member, it will be shocking.

Has his mind been controlled by aliens?
Mo Qing did not expose it, but lifted his legs forward, with a noble and glamorous gesture: "Shine your shoes."

"Chopin" glanced at her boots lightly, and hooked his lips: "Does my face look good?"

Mo Qing took a closer look: "It looks good."

"Yes." "Chopin" nodded in agreement, with a faint smile in his eyes, and said sincerely and solemnly, "This face is not the price of shining shoes."

"..."

You are so poor by nature, do the Jiang family and the Mo family know?
"Chopin" bowed slightly and said, "Farewell."

Mo Qing watched him leave with great interest.

After a while, Mo Suian and Jiang Qihui walked over, and the dislike of Mo Qing in their eyebrows and eyes was exactly the same.

"Did you run around?" Mo Suian opened his mouth to question.

Jiang Qihui also frowned: "Although you were picked up by my uncle, he didn't let me take care of you. I advise you to follow along carefully and don't take yourself too seriously."

Mo Qing visually measured the distance between her and the check-in point, thinking that the two of them might have problems with their eyesight.

However, these two talked to themselves, one after the other, and before Mo Qing could say anything, they turned and entered the gate of the auction site.

Mo Qing looked quietly at the backs of the two.

——It's really not that she wants to make trouble, but that these two juniors owe a lesson.

After a short pause, Mo Qing followed the two of them without saying a word, and took their seats in the venue.

The auction was pre-heated and publicized two months in advance, and the anticipation was high. The venue was full of seats, and it was very lively.There are many good things in this auction. In comparison, the acupuncture needles with little historical evidence belong to the group with low expectations.

Suddenly, Mo Qing's phone vibrated twice.

She took out her mobile phone and saw the message from Song Yiyuan.

[Song Yiyuan]: Why did you come to the auction?

[Song Yiyuan]: Look to the right.

Mo Qing caught a glimpse of the news, leaned back, moved his eyes to the right, and caught a glimpse of Song Yiyuan who was sitting obliquely behind.

Song Yiyuan waved at her.

Mo Qing looked away indifferently as if he didn't know Song Yiyuan, and replied to Song Yiyuan's message.

[Mo Qing]: I didn't go, you've got the wrong person.

[Song Yiyuan]:?

[Song Yiyuan]: I have seen you playing with your mobile phone!Mo Suian is sitting next to you!
Mo Qing did not return to Song Yiyuan, but kicked the phone back into his pocket.

She exposed Jiang Ke's identity in person, and Jiang Ke could still pretend to be a waiter without changing his face.Song Yiyuan just saw her profile, why would she admit it was him.

Diagonal rear.

Song Yiyuan sent several messages to Mo Qing in a row, but he didn't get a reply. It was quite inexplicable. At this time, Huos sent a message to ask about the situation of the auction, so he hurriedly complained to Huos.

[Song Yiyuan]: I saw Mo Qing at the auction site, and I sent her a message, but she actually said that I made a mistake!
[Song Yiyuan]: What's the matter, does she think I'm ashamed? !

【Hoth】: I don't know.Anyway, you can't give her a long face.

"..."

Song Yiyuan wanted to seek some comfort from Huos, but Huos stabbed him in the heart, and he immediately rubbed his chest in pain, telling himself to be careful.

what?

Isn't it just being rejected by a student?
Song Yiyuan twitched the corner of his mouth, feeling a little sad.

*
The auction started. The first item to be auctioned was an oil painting by a well-known modern painter. The auctioneer was blown away, and the atmosphere in the venue was very good.

Starting price: 10W.

Both Mo Suian and Jiang Qihui lacked interest.

I don't know if there is any entrustment among the bidders. The oil painting was called 80 in a short time, and the price increase gradually became less drastic, and it seemed to have reached the peak.

At this time, Mo Suian was patted on the left shoulder, and he turned his head subconsciously.At the same time, the number plate in his hand disappeared.

Mo Suian was taken aback.

The next moment, he heard a lazy voice beside him: "100 million."

Mo Suian's eyelids twitched and his heart went into cardiac arrest.

He turned his head in astonishment, looked to the other side, and suddenly saw Mo Qing calmly crossing his legs, holding their number plate in his hand, obviously she was the one who just said "one million".

Not a hallucination.

Next to him, Jiang Qihui, who hadn't expected Mo Qing to come out like this, was also stunned, a little dazed and puzzled for a moment in his usual haughty and indifferent expression.

But he reacted quickly, reached out and snatched the number plate from Mo Qing's hand, and warned, "What do you want to do?"

"Just for fun." Mo Qing replied casually, meeting Jiang Qihui's angrily questioning gaze, "I heard that Jiang's family is very rich, so they don't have enough money to coax my sister?"

Hearing this reason, Jiang Qihui was almost laughed angrily by her: "Are you worthy?"

"I might be a little self-aware."

Mo Qing's words cut off the way lightly, and didn't even give them a chance to follow up with ridicule.

Jiang Qihui: "..."

Mo Suian: "..."

"100 million, once."

"100 million, twice."

"100 million, three times. Deal."

The auctioneer struck the hammer, and this painting entered Jiang Qihui's account at a price of 100 million.

Jiang Qihui's face turned green with anger.

But it can't happen on the spot.

Jiang Qihui held the number plate tightly, restrained his anger, and said to Mo Suian in a bad tone: "Take care of your sister."

For nothing, Jiang Qihui choked, and Mo Suian couldn't do anything else, so he could only turn his fire on Mo Qing: "Did you do it on purpose?"

"Ah." Mo Qing leaned back on the back of the chair, his posture was relaxed and comfortable, and his tone of voice was threatening, "Guess how many times a quick-witted shepherd girl like me can get the number plate?"

Mo Sui was startled, and immediately became alert, his back straightened unconsciously.

He's gutted now.

——Clearly knowing that Mo Qing likes to find a sense of presence, he has no sense of propriety and knowledge, and can do anything, yet he would agree to come to the auction with Mo Qing.

Mo Suian had to pay attention to Mo Qing's actions, for fear that Mo Qing would stretch out his claws on the number plate again.

However, Mo Suian's side was full of soldiers, like a frightened bird, while Mo Qing enjoyed the passage of time and did not do anything out of the ordinary.

She just wanted to teach Jiang Qihui and Mo Suian a lesson, and it would be detrimental to her actions to make them anxious, leave the stage early or start a big battle.

Halfway through the auction, Mo Qing saw that the time was almost up, so he got up.

"Why are you going?" Mo Suian said vigilantly, his face full of displeasure.

"The bathroom." Mo Qing turned back to him, "Follow?"

"..."

Mo Suian turned his head away.

Mo Qing left quietly.

Feeling deeply hurt, Song Yiyuan raised his head unintentionally, saw it, and didn't take it seriously.

The waiter "Chopin" who was watching everything from the corner of the meeting place also saw it, and his eyes stayed on Mo Qing's back for a moment, with a faint suspicion in his eyes.

*
All the items in this auction are placed in the backstage of the auction, and they are all marked one by one, and then sent to the front desk for auction in turn.

The auction at the front desk was in full swing, but the staff at the backstage were a little slack, doing the same work numbly.

Suddenly, darkness swept across like a frenzy, covering the sky and covering the sky, swallowing all the light, and there was no light in the field of vision.

Power out.

After a moment of silence, loud exclamations came from the auction site, and the staff in the backstage cheered up immediately, and their every nerve was covered with vigilance.

"Why is there a power outage?"

"Look at the auction items!"

"Don't move!"

The voices of several security personnel sounded in the background, so everyone approached the auction area, stepped lightly, held their breath, and listened carefully to all the movements.

Compared with the hustle and bustle of the auction site, the quietness of the backstage can be heard.

At this moment of extreme tension and silence, a gust of wind suddenly blew up. The staff who sensed the strange cold wind suddenly shuddered, and felt a chill rushing to the sky.

The windows are closed, where is the wind coming from? !
……

In the darkness, a figure quietly approached a certain auction item. The wind passed by, and the figure flashed towards the door in an instant, and there was no sound of footsteps on the ground.

Mo Qing walked around the corridor and passed a person.

However, an accident happened.

Mo Qing's wrist was grabbed, and every finger wrapped around it was thin and powerful, full of aggression.

Mo Qing frowned, and was about to make a move when he suddenly heard the man ask in a low voice: "The power is out, where are you going, miss?"

She paused for a moment.

"Clap."

The electric switch of the corridor was pushed open, and the light came.

The lights in the corridor are turned on one by one, spreading to the end like a long river of brilliance, spreading soft light all over the place.

Mo Qing raised his eyelids slightly, and Jiang Ke's face was reflected in his dark pupils. His sharp-edged face was covered with a layer of soft light, and his lowered eyebrows and eyes had unclear emotions, as if they were examining and probing.

Because of the closeness, she could see his slender and thick eyelashes clearly, and smell the light scent of alpine cedar on his body.

Mo Qing raised his eyebrows lightly: "There is a call, can you let go?"

Jiang Ke smiled.

The moment he was about to let go, footsteps sounded in the corridor. Jiang Ke caught sight of Mo Suian's figure from the corner of his eye. wall.

Get down.

(End of this chapter)