I'm a manager at Heliansheng, I only look for legitimate businesses

This made Zhang Wen sigh at the strength of the Continental Hotel, and he began to wonder whether he should accept Winston's emotional investment.

During the auction, some people left to go to the bathroom, but they left in a hurry and returned immediately for fear of missing out on the items they liked.

Zhang Wen also ran out once, then quickly took a few slices of bread and water, and continued to sit in his seat, filling his stomach while watching the auction items.

He was very critical of this point, as they thought that there couldn't be a list of items for auction.

But after thinking about it for a while, he understood the purpose of doing so. These were all things that could not be seen in the light, and if he kept a record of them, he would just be asking for trouble.

"Lot 1, a Chinese Buddha statue, unknown age, starting price gold coin."

"what?"

Looking at the half-human-height Buddha statue being pushed up, Zhang Wen let out a light exclamation, and an inexplicable impulse arose in his heart, as if this Buddha statue had a special connection with him.

He immediately prepared to make an offer.

As a result, the venue was completely silent, and no one had any intention of bidding.

It looks like there is a possibility that the sale will fail soon.

“1〃〃!” Zhang Wen tried to call out a name.

"One gold coin for the first time, the second time, the third time, snap! Deal! Congratulations to guest No. 1."

"Uh~~~" Unexpectedly, this time even the female auctioneer dropped the hammer quickly, and her tone sounded relieved.

"Haha~~~"

Not only that, some people at the scene even laughed out loud.

It looks like this item has appeared in the auction many times, but no one was interested in it each time. Now it has been finally won by Zhang Wen, the unlucky guy.

After that, there were several rounds of silence.

"Lot 100: Sony's complete set of lithium battery technology. Starting price: gold coins."

It was already three o'clock in the morning. Zhang Wen's attention was a little distracted and he was dozing off on the sofa with his chin in his hand.

But the appearance of this item woke him up instantly.

"1000!"

As soon as the auctioneer finished speaking, Zhang Wen made another bid, causing the price to soar tenfold.

Although Huaneng Company under Zhang Wen's name has already mastered lithium battery technology, it can take the technical information of competitors and compare the two to improve its own technology, which is what any technology-based company should do.

"Bageyalu~~~"

"Protest~~~"

"Ba Ge~~~"

"Stop the auction!"

...

However, Zhang Wen's actions angered the Japanese at the scene.

This technical information, which was obviously stolen, was publicly sold, deeply hurting the self-esteem of the Japanese present.

The scene was filled with angry curses from the Japanese.

The recent appreciation of the yen has made the Japanese more confident, and they are now making massive purchases around the world.

Everyone thinks that Japan is the richest country in the world and cannot tolerate such an insult.

“Pa bang bang~~~”

"quiet!"

Under the hammer of the auctioneer, the clamoring Japanese voices were suppressed.

However, she did not explain further.

“1000 first time!”

"Ba Ge~~~"

A Japanese man who originally thought that the auctioneer would give an explanation, waited for the countdown and immediately stood up and cursed.

"Get out!" The auctioneer swung his hammer, and two people instantly rushed out from the guard team surrounding them.

"Protest~~~"

"Uh~~"

The guard punched the enemy in the stomach without any hesitation. The Japanese soldier dared not scream in pain and was forcibly carried away.

"1000 second time!"

"..1200!"

Seeing that protests were ineffective, the only option left was to compete with financial resources, and people immediately started making bids.

"1500!" Zhang Wen smiled after watching the fun, but he raised the price in an inhumane way as he was determined to win.

"1600!"

"2000!" One billion US dollars, another generous move. Even the masked men around him kept looking at him and began to guess Zhang Wen's identity.

"2000 for the first time, 2000 for the second time, 2000 for the third time, bang! Deal, congratulations to guest 108."

After taking it down again, Zhang Wen had spent nearly 5000 gold coins in total.

It was a bit too high-profile. Looking at the glances from people around him from time to time, Zhang Wen decided not to make any move unless it was something like China's national treasure.

"The following is the 1000th lot, which is also the last lot. The Blood Contract of the Qinggui Gang. The starting price is gold coins."

"Wow~~~"

"Wow~~~"

"OMG"

......

The last item left Zhang Wen very confused and he didn't understand what was going on.

But judging by the atmosphere on the scene, it’s definitely a good thing.

At this moment, a tall and thin man, also wearing a mask, walked out from the guards surrounding him and walked directly to Zhang Wen.

Zhang Wen's body suddenly became alert.

Seeing this, the tall and thin man squatted down and slowly approached him.

But after seeing that the other party didn't behave in any unusual way and seemed to have something to say, Zhang Wen let down his guard.

The tall and thin man came up to him and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Mr. Zhang, Winston said that you must take this item. It will be of great benefit to you."

After saying this, the tall and thin man quickly lowered his head and returned to his original position.

"5000!"

......

Hearing that the value had soared to a sky-high price, Zhang Wen hesitated.

Chapter 259: The Ghost-Clearing Gang

He doesn't even know who the Qinggui Gang is, how can he have fun? There are benefits for taking pictures, but it's not money, not gold coins.

"6000!" In the end, Zhang Wen was ready to believe Winston.

Judging from his appearance, Winston is a loyal and trustworthy person.

After this number was revealed, people in the front row became curious about Zhang Wen, and some even stood up and looked at him.

Maybe he has reached his bottom line, or maybe he feels that he cannot compete with Zhang Wen financially.

Zhang Wen, who only quoted a price once, successfully obtained the blood contract from the Qinggui Gang.

As the auctioneer left, all the masked men began to leave one after another.

"Sir, please follow me to deliver your items." Just as someone tried to greet Zhang Wen, several guards surrounded him. The tall and thin man raised his hand and prepared to lead the way.

Zhang Wen immediately stood up, stretched his slightly stiff body, and nodded.

Following the tall and thin man, Zhang Wen came to a large private room. The items he had bid for were already prepared, and now he just had to pay for the gold coins.

"Where's Winston? My money is with him." Zhang Wen walked directly to the prepared dining table, took off his mask, and started eating breakfast.

"Sir, you'll be here right away. Please wait a moment." The tall and thin man nodded, walked out of the room and closed the door.

There were only two people in room 483 who seemed to be hotel service staff. However, they were too beautiful. Their every glance and smile were very seductive. And for some reason, they were both Asian.

If Winston had told her that, it wouldn't have been surprising.

“Tatta~~”

After a while, with a series of tapping sounds, the door was opened and Winston walked in with a walking stick in his hand. Behind him was another even more beautiful woman, about thirty years old.

After taking a look in amazement, Zhang Wen started drinking the porridge in his hand again.

"Bang!" With a soft sound, the blood contract box that Zhang Wen left behind when he was accompanied by Sloan was placed on the table by Winston.

"Click!" The box was opened.

"Mr. Zhang, take a look. Is this your blood contract?" Winston asked.

Zhang Wen looked up and nodded.

"wipe!"

Seeing Zhang Wen nod, the woman behind Winston pulled out a dagger, gently cut her thumb, and then the bloody fingerprint fell below the existing fingerprint in the box.

"Okay, I've handed over the gold coins to you, you two can talk." This time the box was not taken away, but handed to Zhang Wen.

Winston, the instigator, did not intend to give any explanation. He just walked out and closed the door. Only Zhang Wen and three beautiful women were left in the room.

"Qin Yueru greets the master!" After the woman who pressed the fingerprints let out a soft call, she knelt on her knees and performed a solemn bow.

The same thing happened to the other two people in the room.

"Stand up and sit down. What era is this? You don't believe this. Can you tell me more about the Qing Gui Gang?" Zhang Wen was a little frightened and quickly asked them to stand up.

"Haha, thank you, master." Qin Yueru smiled and stood up and sat down. To be honest, she felt a little uncomfortable with this ancient etiquette, but it was passed down from the older generation and etiquette could not be abolished.

Zhang Wen was full. He put down his bowl and chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and looked at Qin Yuru quietly, waiting for what to say next.

"The history of our Qinggui Gang can be traced back to the Tang Dynasty, when it was a spontaneous organization of a group of miserable brothel girls in Chang'an City.

The main reason was that they didn't want to be bullied by others. Later, they gradually grew stronger and also collected some intelligence, which has continued to this day.

After liberation, brothels were closed down in large numbers in the country, and the Qinggui Gang went into exile overseas. Its current headquarters is in New York.

However, it has long since changed from a simple flesh trade to an intelligence organization with global reach, and can be considered a peripheral organization of the High Table Society," Qin Yueru explained.

"The High Table Society? Isn't it the Mainland Society?" Zhang Wenqi asked.

Qin Yueru smiled and said, "Outsiders think that mainland hotels are the leaders of the underground world, but that's not the case.

The High Table is the king of the underworld, and the Continental is just an old hotel under its protection."

"I see. Since you are a peripheral organization, you should be (bbff) pretty good, right? Why did you suddenly sell out yourselves?" Zhang Wen asked curiously.

"Because of you, Master!" Qin Yueru said shockingly.

Zhang Wen laughed. This was the second person who was optimistic about himself. "Haha, I'm just a businessman who likes to make money. I don't have that much ability. But you're the second person to say that."

"Master, you are too modest. Just based on your current public assets, you must be among the top ten richest people in the world. Add to that your other industries, it should be no problem for you to reach the top." Qin Yueru said with a smile.

"Thank you for the compliment. This is also my greatest ability." Zhang Wen said proudly.

“However, Master, you don’t know that any member of the High Table has assets no less than yours, and they are all ancient forces that have existed for at least a thousand years.

Among them, only one Hongmen member, Lin Kun, is Chinese, and he was recently added in the past hundred years. We Chinese lack the right to speak in the High Table. "Qin Yueru's subsequent words poured cold water on Zhang Wen again.

"Is this why you and Winston are optimistic about me?" Zhang Wen asked.

"Yes, we are a Chinese nation with a history of 5,000 years. Why should we be slaughtered by those foreigners? Enough blood has been sucked from us." Qin Yueru said hatefully.

"Haha, isn't Winston also a foreigner?" Zhang Wen asked with a smile.

"He is not much stronger than us. Most of the profits earned by the Continental Hotel are handed over to the High Table, which is why there is a ban on violence in the Continental Hotel.

However, this ban is ineffective against the major member families that truly hold power in the High Table.