Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 57 The Auction House

Pennsylvania Road, this is a small road hidden in the downtown area, flanked by towering gray walls of skyscrapers.

The sun is completely blocked by tall buildings, and there is a hint of coolness on this long and thin street.

At the end of the road stood a huge square building with no windows on the high walls, only a row of large exhaust fans near the top were slowly turning.

Chicago Municipal Opera.

This used to be a place where celebrities gathered. Every night 60 years ago, luxury cars and modern girls gathered here. The polite gentlemen came here with their young female companions to enjoy the elegant music, and the waiters chanted the words of the distinguished guests loudly. name.

It's a pity that it has declined now. Young people prefer to go to cinemas or shopping malls for dating. The opera house has belonged to the glory of the previous era.

But today it woke up again, the blurred and flashy warm light sprinkled on the red carpet with golden flowers blooming at the gate, luxury cars stopped at the gate, and the red taillights flashed one by one.

Men in black tuxedos or evening gowns stepped out of the car, their hair was smeared with thick and shiny pomade, and the smiles on the corners of their mouths were proud and proud.

After getting out of the car, the men sorted out their already meticulous formal attire, turned around and caught the slender hands in white velvet gloves protruding from the car, and lightly pulled out the modern girl who was wrapped in mink fur and veiled, wearing high-heeled shoes It fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The silhouettes of men and women walking towards the opera house arm in arm constituted the golden age of Chicago in 1950.

But soon, another batch of luxurious cars arrived, but the people who got out of the cars added a little bit of commotion to the opera.

The people who got out of the car were all young, handsome men and women with blond hair and blue eyes. Their perfect figures in suits and leather shoes revealed a longer-lasting luxury and elegance.

Those men and women who seem to have returned to the golden age seem to have no existence at all in their eyes, only the magnificent and shining opera house not far away.

Ignoring the smiling middle-aged men who came up to greet them, they took their girls or male companions, showed the waiter the gold-plated black invitation letter, and then walked into the door of the opera house.

In contrast, Lu Mingfei, who was wearing a black windbreaker, looked a little out of place, more like a bodyguard.

He refused to wear those big-name suits that were inconvenient to move, and he didn't want to smoke that kind of meaningless cigar.

After asking the driver of the Lincoln car who brought him here to keep the box containing the weapon, Lu Mingfei showed a fiery red invitation letter and followed the crowd into the opera hall.

The air is filled with the smell of various perfumes, and at the end of the dimly lit corridor is a gate that is thick enough for two cars to walk side by side.

Two waiters stood on both sides and opened the door for the distinguished guests, revealing the huge and spacious space behind.

The four gorgeous dark red pillars are like the ruins of the Parthenon Temple on the Acropolis of Athens. They tower over the four directions of this huge space. Every inch of the corner was stained with a layer of extravagant gold.

The dome and the four walls are painted with the war myths of the Nordic Ragnarok Twilight, praising and telling the great achievements of the gods, the floor is covered with green mandala-patterned wool carpets, and the scarlet curtain hanging on the stage cuts off the view, as if it is ready to stage A master opera.

Nearly a thousand seats occupy more than half of the opera house, and each red suede seat is marked with a seat number on a brass nameplate.

The well-ordered people held invitation letters and quickly found a place to sit. For a while, the entire opera house was full of seats.

Lu Mingfei kept scanning the opera house back and forth, not admiring the decoration style inside the opera house, but observing the overall terrain to find the best control position.

It is one of the Astartes' instincts to be ready for battle no matter when and where.

However, Lu Mingfei didn't notice Angers sitting on the first floor, nor did he see those men and women who looked down on everything arrogantly.

Presumably, he was sitting in the VIP room on the second floor.

"Why don't you give me a communication headset? It was the same in the hospital. There was no teamwork at all."

Lu Mingfei was a little dissatisfied.

……

"I think of an interesting story, when a famous general and his wife were wandering in the street, he suddenly pointed to a coffee shop and said that this place is very good."

"Madame was very surprised. Her husband has always been a man who only knows how to fight and doesn't understand style. Why is he suddenly so romantic, so she asked her husband what is so good about this coffee shop."

"Her husband said if I put up a few machine guns in this coffee shop, I could control the whole block."

"This is what the little angel looks like now."

In a wine-red dress and a pale golden veil, Mai Shutoku stood in one of the VIP rooms on the second floor, overlooking the scenes in the theater below.

The sound of the potato chip girl chewing potato chips sounded in the headset.

"It is unlikely that a battle will break out here. A bunch of young masters from European and American mixed-race families are here, and Angers is also there."

Mai Tokuro spoke.

"Indeed, that handsome old man's 'time zero' is the machine gun that controls the whole theater."

"Then we are simply sending money to the little angel to help the shop?"

"Maybe we'll just have to go through the motions this time."

"Then I spent a lot of money to photograph this VIP room for you, isn't it a waste of money? Anyway, it looks the same when you hang it on the roof."

……

The full house of guests had already taken their seats, and as the crystal chandeliers above their heads were turned off one by one, the voices of the guests' conversations also fell.

In the end, there were only two spotlights remaining on the scarlet curtain on the stage, and their eyes and attention were also focused on the scarlet curtain, with expressions of excitement and expectation on their faces.

A man in a black tuxedo lifted the curtain and came out, stood on the stage with a microphone in his hand, and said with a smile on his face:

"Ladies and gentlemen, good evening, Sotheby's 2007 Abraham Culture Journey auction will start in 10 minutes, please hold your number plate, your number plate will be the only one in this auction All transaction fees will be withdrawn from the bank account reserved for your number plate.”

"Please don't miss the things you like, because the things we will bid for next are all unique." The auctioneer paused:
"Then now... please close your eyes."

Lu Mingfei was startled, what kind of trick is this?
The guests sitting beside them all closed their eyes and lowered their heads slightly, an inexplicable emotion was brewing.

"Please open your eyes!"

said the auctioneer.

Everyone opened their eyes at the same moment, and for a moment it seemed that the lights in the opera house were brightened up again.

But what illuminates here is no longer the crystal chandelier, but hundreds of pairs of golden eyes.

"boring……"

Lu Mingfei made his own evaluation on this, holding his own "88" plate.

He didn't really like the number, either.

Next, you only need to wait for the sheepskin book to be delivered, and then bid to buy it yourself.

Ten minutes passed quickly, and with the hammer knocking down the auctioneer's hand, the auction officially began.

(End of this chapter)