Dragon Clan: Write a diary, why is it Shura Field every day?

Chapter 93 I will contact you tomorrow.
"He is so bored. Why doesn't he find something meaningful to do instead of pursuing his literary dream?"

“Running off to write novels with others? “Does he really think he is a genius?”

"Oh, right," Jiude Mai was obviously very interested in this.
"What was the name of that novel? I want to read it.

"She thought excitedly, the boss looks very serious, but he is also involved in literary creation, which is really exciting. "Don't even think about it if it's out of stock.

"Okay then." I really want to see how the boss writes novels.

"Okay, I won't call you.

"Jiu De Mai ended the call and opened the door of the room Ye Yang had booked in advance. A reminder came from inside.

"A night of love is worth a thousand gold coins. Do you know what this means?"

"Please understand." Su Enxi pointed out,

"It's only afternoon now. "During the day, who would mention

What about the poem "A moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold"? She went on to explain,

"I mean, at least for today, I don't want to be disturbed." Jiude Mai went to the bathroom.
Start running water and prepare for a bath. Although the service staff should prepare everything in advance, even the top hotels cannot anticipate that guests will check in early.
Especially when an appointment at 4am is mentioned at 9pm.

"I'll contact you tomorrow." Jiude Mai said and hung up the phone. On the other end of the phone, Su Enxi was only wearing a bathrobe.

Sitting quietly on the sofa, lost in thought. Above her head hung a huge crystal chandelier.

This is one of the features of the presidential suite. It seems that without installing an exaggerated crystal chandelier, it cannot be shown that this is a presidential suite.

She scratched her head, picked up the remaining drink on the table and drank it in one gulp.

Su Enxi realized what she should do.

She needed to find the novel her boss had written. For her, it was a piece of cake.

"Click, click!" Her fingers moved quickly on the keyboard.
The keyboard made a crisp sound. On the laptop screen, prompt boxes popped up one after another.

She expertly entered the command and easily hacked into the website. It took only a minute or two to obtain the information she needed.

However, her fingers suddenly stopped typing and she threw the laptop onto the sofa.

"Ugh!

"She complained,

"Everyone else is getting laid! And I'm still here fighting with a crappy website!

Su Enxi hugged a sofa pillow and let out a sad howl, “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

"She complained, "When will I have a sweet love?"

At this time, Ye Yang quoted a price of 130 US dollars. Even if you go to the supermarket to buy a set of equally fine knives,
The price would not be lower than this amount. Obviously, people are not very interested in this set of knives.

Johnson struggled to convey how sharp the knives were and how smooth they were to use.

However, these items did not attract the interest of those present.

They gather here to buy something of actual value, not a set of knives of unknown origin that appear to be modern replicas.

Naturally, no one is willing to bid for items that have no actual value.

Those who were able to attend had so much money that they didn’t know how to spend it.

However, whether it is splurging in nightclubs or KTV, it is obviously more reasonable than investing in a bunch of seemingly useless equipment.

Therefore, only a few people bid. In the end, Ye Yang successfully bought the set of knives for two thousand dollars.

This set of knives, called "Seven Deadly Sins", is the masterpiece of Norton, the Lord of Bronze and Fire. It is a set of deadly weapons that can kill the four great monarchs.

But it was sold for only two thousand dollars. Thanks to the death of Norton, the King of Bronze and Fire,
Otherwise, he might be so angry after learning the news. After the auction, Ye Yang met Angers in the corridor.

The old man had a satisfied smile on his face. It was obvious that he was very satisfied that he could buy such a knife for two thousand dollars. Long time no see Angers. Someone greeted me from behind!
Ye Yang's eyes passed through Angers and fell on the old man he greeted. The old man bent his body,

Holding a cane, with gray hair, he looks old and frail. He is just an ordinary old man, just like an old man walking his dog in the park.

Xia Mi stood beside Ye Yang, looking at the old man curiously.

The old man may have noticed Xia Mi's gaze and a kind smile appeared on his face, giving people a gentle and harmless feeling.

Xia Mi's eyes rolled like obsidian, and no one knew what she was thinking about. Ye Yang and Angé exchanged glances, and their eyes showed mutual understanding.

"I am over 130 years old and have witnessed many changes," the old man said slowly.

“A lot of things have changed. People are no longer the same.”

"He," Ange introduced, "can barely be considered an old friend.

"Then he said to Ye Yang, "Wait for me in the car. I need to catch up with this old friend. "

"It shouldn't take too long." Ye Yang nodded and replied, "Principal, I understand."

A door that was always closed slowly opened, and an auction staff member, dressed in a black tuxedo, walked out pushing a cart.

There was a black hard box on the cart, which contained the seven deadly sins that Ye Yang had won for two thousand dollars.

"Mr. Ye, this is exhibit number eight that you won."

The staff politely asked, "Where should I send it?"

"Follow me." Ye Yang turned and walked outside, and Xia Mi followed closely behind him.

Suddenly, she leaned close to Ye Yang and whispered, "I want to go to the bathroom, do you want to go?"

Don't get lost." Ye Yang made a face at her and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

"I didn't expect to meet Angers here." Ye Yang said as he walked without looking back.

He knew clearly what abilities the seemingly old man behind him actually possessed.

It is no exaggeration to say that the moment he turned around, there might be an extra bullet hole.

The name "Quick Hand Henkel" is not groundless, he must remain vigilant. After not seeing each other for many years, friends may not be the same friends as before.

"I'm getting old and dying." Han Gao smiled. "If I don't get out and about, I might die at home penniless."

He held the cane in one hand, but kept the other hand close to his belt.

In his belt was a revolver, loaded and with the safety released.

As long as he was slightly provoked, he would draw his gun and shoot with lightning speed, just like a cowboy in the West.

"Don't make it sound like I'm waiting here for you."

Han Gao asked, "You are not that old. You can travel around the world, but you appear here."

He then asked, "So, who invited you here?"

"Anzhi tribe, or Suihuoji?" Han Gao mentioned some of the world's famous dragon-slaying families.
There are dozens of families that are public. Some families are so ancient and low-key that it is impossible to trace their names.

"None of this matters, does it?" Henkel said.

"It's you who matters. Your mere presence here makes me uneasy," he went on.
"After so many years, you have become more and more powerful. It's like a monster that has grown backwards."

"An anti-aging monster?" Ange responded with a smile, "Another nickname? I like this title."

"Don't stand in the corridor all the time." Henkel invited, "Would you like to come in and sit down?"

Are waiting for you
Angers suddenly turned halfway and saw the corner of a white skirt passing by.
As Han Gao finished speaking, the door at the end of the corridor slowly opened.

The light in the room was dim, but one could clearly see a large round table with more than a dozen people sitting around it.

The table was filled with expensive Western tableware, the glasses were filled with wine, and the air was filled with the unique spicy scent of cigars.

People were drinking or smoking, and the family rings on their fingers were shining captivatingly under the lights.

"Are there quite a few people here?" Angé noticed the rings with different family emblems and recognized them.

"Let's go together?" Han Gao slightly raised his hand on his belt.

"It's been a while since we sat down and had a good talk, hasn't it?"

Ange seemed to have received some kind of signal and turned and walked towards the room at the end of the corridor decorated with world-famous paintings.

"So many years have passed, what would these people want to say?" The two chatted as they walked towards the room.

(End of this chapter)