After the random killings in variety shows, the crazy beauties successfully got out of the circle

Chapter 15 Missing Fanyou, Yan Guican Returns to the Black Market
third floor.

Fu Qihuai sat on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, his eyes followed the movement of the masked person below, his eyes were dark.

Fu Bai saw that his boss was obviously not in the right state, so he leaned forward.

"Boss, do you know the masked one?"

Fu Qihuai glanced at him with a gloomy face.

Seeing this, Fu Bai immediately shut up knowingly, straightened up, and looked at the man from the corner of his eye.

The whole body is wrapped tightly, only a pair of eyes are exposed.

Who can see this? !
The auction started on time, and the front ones were all jade calligraphy and paintings.

On the second floor, only a few people raised their placards.

After waiting for about half an hour, we arrived at today's highlight - rare medicinal materials.

"Qin Han, grows deep in the forest... The starting price is [-]."

The lobby began to call for prices.

"100."

"200."

……

"500"

The box on the third floor was waiting impatiently.

The auctioneer looked excited, "No. 1000 bid is [-] million, is there any other bid?"

1000 million...too expensive...

The people in the lobby hesitated and chose to give up.

At this time, room two on the third floor was lit up.

The auctioneer's eyes were red.

"No. 500 bid [-] million."

500 million?

The people below were shocked!
"Any more bids?" The auctioneer held a small hammer.

"Number two first time, second time, third time."

"Congratulations to No. [-] for capturing Qin Han."

This is like the beginning, and the next few herbs are all taken in turn by the two boxes on the third floor.

The price is not lower than 2000 million.

The people in the lobby dared not speak out.

"Now the auction is very complicated. He grew up in the snow-capped mountains and has a warm nature. It is the most nourishing to the heart. The starting price is [-]."

The auctioneer took off the veil, and the medicinal materials under the glass cover were all white, and the leaves swayed like a newborn, dazzling white under the pure black cloth.

Yan Guican held up the sign.

"No. 200 bid [-] million, is there any other bid?"

At this time, the No. [-] light board came on.

The auctioneer was very excited, "No. 1000 bid [-] million"

Yan Guican squinted his eyes, and continued to raise the sign.

"No. 2000 bids [-] million."

Fu Qihuai leaned on the sofa, closed his eyes and rested.

"No. 3000 bid [-] million."

How much money did this person burn?

Is it not enough to take so many medicinal materials? !
Yan Guican gritted his teeth.

"No. 5000 bids [-] million."

5000 million is already her limit, if someone still calls...

"One, the first bid is 6000 million." The auctioneer was a little unclear

There was an uproar in the lobby, and he looked at the window on the third floor with envy and jealousy.

A gold mine at home?
Yan Guican clenched his hands slowly, his brows and eyes were cold.

"Congratulations on the successful shooting of No. [-]."

Yan Guican had no interest in listening to the rest of the medicinal materials.

After the auction, she went directly to the third floor.

The security guard stopped her, "I'm sorry, no one on the third floor is allowed to enter."

Yan Guican didn't force his way, and handed him a note, "Then help me hand this note to buyer No. [-]."

- knock knock knock
Fu Bai opened the door, the security guard was respectful and handed him a note.

"Hello, a lady on the second floor asked me to give you something."

Fu Bai took it, "Okay."

After closing the door, Fu Bai handed over the note to Fu Qihuai.

Fu Qihuai opened his eyes, pinched the corner of the note with his fingers, and opened it.

<I am the buyer of Box No. [-]. I want Fanyou in your hand. No matter what the conditions are, you can mention it casually. >

Yan Guican waited in the room for a while.

Fu Bai knocked on the door, "Hi, our boss wants to talk to you."

Yan Guican's expression darkened, it was really Fu Qihuai.

"Let's go."

Seeing her, Fu Bai's eyes were shocked.

Didn't my grandfather just look at her?

The two stood in front of each other, only one meter apart.

Fu Bai quietly looked at her from the corner of his eye, and after looking for a long time, he still couldn't recognize her, and brought her into the box in distress.

Fu Qihuai looked at her with an unclear expression, and waved at Fu Bai, "Go out."

"Yes." Fu Bai turned around and closed the door.

There were only the two of them in the room.

Fu Qihuai didn't want to play charades, so he cut straight to the point, "Miss Yan, long time no see."

Seeing that he recognized him, Yan Guican took off the mask on his face, his fair skin looked fragile under the light of the crystal lamp.

She sat opposite Fu Qihuai, "What are your conditions, sir? Tell me."

Fu Qihuai casually took a sip of Longjing in front of him, "I want to know where Chen Shu is going."

Yan Guican shook his head helplessly, "Sir, even grandma doesn't know about the Chen Shu you're talking about, how would I know?"

Fu Qihuai raised his eyebrows slightly, calmly, "Since this is the case, then we have nothing to talk about, Fu Bai..."

"Wait." Yan Guican looked at him with a smile on his face.

"Sir, you bought so many medicinal materials because someone in your family is sick? I know a little bit about medicine. Could you let me have a look?"

Fu Qihuai lifted his chin slightly, his overly fair face looked a little sick, and his voice was a little cold.

"Fu Bai, see off the guests."

Fu Bai heard the voice and opened the door.

Seeing Yan Guican, he was shocked, "Miss Yan, let's go."

Yan Guican glanced at Fu Qihuai, but said nothing.

Fu Qihuai looked sideways at Yan Guican's back, thoughtfully.

Without getting Fanyou, Yan Guican took out his mobile phone, clicked on the hidden page, and sent a message to Yanhuo.

"Who in the Fu family is sick?"

Yanhuo: "No."

Yan Guican paused, "Then do you know where Fu Qihuai lives abroad?"

Yanhuo: "I don't know, I only know that Fu Qihuai is in Mozhou and can escape the intelligence network of the Dead League. The forces behind him are not simple."

Yan Guican's expression darkened, and he didn't return.

-

That night, Yan Guican went to the black market again.

When Master Fei saw her, he immediately came over to meet her. Before he could speak, Yan Guican nodded.

"Take me to see your young master."

"Hey." Fei Ye was overjoyed, and immediately led her upstairs.

As soon as Yan Guican entered, the inside was pitch black, with not a single gleam of light.

"Is anyone here?"

As soon as the voice fell, there was a "pop", and the crystal lamp lit up.

Yan Guican closed his eyes, and slowly opened them after adapting.

Beside the tea table, a young man was sitting in a wheelchair. The man had an elegant appearance, with his hands folded on the thin blanket on his knees, his back straight, like an unyielding proud bamboo.

Seeing her, the man slowly curled his lips, "My humble servant, Meng Xiuqing, I'm sorry to disturb you because my subordinates are ignorant today."

Yan Guican shook his head, "It's fine."

"Please sit down." Meng Xiuqing moved the wheelchair, "What would you like to drink?"

Yan Guican sat down on the sofa, looked at his legs, "Plain water is fine."

Meng Xiuqing poured a glass of water and put it on the coffee table in front of Yan Guican.

"You stopped me today because of these legs?"

Meng Xiuqing smiled helplessly, "Yes, my leg was caused by a car accident five years ago. During that time, I went to many famous doctors, but they all said there was nothing I could do."

"Later, I heard that there was a genius doctor in Lindu, so I came here to have a look."

"I'll have to check on the legs first."

"Okay." Meng Xiuqing took off the blanket and rolled up his trouser legs.

The muscles on Meng Xiuqing's legs had been severely atrophied and became wrinkled.

Yan Guican stretched out his hand and pressed it, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Meng Xiuqing shook his head.

"What about this?" Yan Guican asked while pressing.

"It doesn't hurt." Meng Xiuqing's expression became more and more serious.

He has lost feeling in his legs.

Yan Guican checked again carefully before withdrawing his hand, thought for a while, and nodded.

"I can cure."

(End of this chapter)