Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

As soon as he finished speaking, the room fell silent, except for a sudden, sharp, sarcastic laugh.

"She's nothing but a canary kept by the Xie family, how dare she light a sky lantern like this? She truly doesn't know her place!"

"Host, don't the people who light lamps at your Crescent Moon Hotel have to be verified? The Xie family has already lit one lamp; does that mean they can light a second one at the same time?"

Shen Mingchao looked in the direction of the voice and immediately recognized the speaker as the male bidder who had lost the bid to Xie Yuchen. He must have been upset about losing the bid and was using sarcastic remarks to indirectly mock Xie Yuchen.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that some people on the second floor had already changed their expressions. They had been humiliated, and it was neither reasonable nor emotional for these acquaintances to stand idly by.

Take Li Chu, who was standing next to her, for example. If she hadn't reached out to stop him, he probably wouldn't have been able to say a second word before Li Chu punched him on the head.

It wasn't that she was afraid of trouble, but she knew that it was wrong to strike first in public, and there was no need to resort to violence.

Shen Mingchao gave the people on the second floor a reassuring look, then looked down at the man with a half-smile on his lips.

"From what you're saying, you seem to look down on canaries. Well then, I'm curious, what's your relationship with this lady next to you? Are you husband and wife? Or...?"

As Shen Mingchao finished speaking, his expression became intriguing, clearly indicating that he was full of gossip.

Eating melons is human nature.

Everyone in the hall cast subtle glances. It's not uncommon for powerful men to have affairs, but to bring it up in public is tantamount to public execution, and it's ultimately a loss of face.

Having built up the atmosphere, Shen Mingchao, as a proper gossipmonger, naturally had to present all the gossip.

"Ten years ago, you were penniless, but you married into the Guo Group by virtue of your good looks and high education, becoming a live-in son-in-law. For years, you've been subservient to the Guo family. Now, your father-in-law has only recently passed away, and you're already parading around with your mistress. What kind of phoenix flew out of the mountains? I think you're just an ungrateful wretch!"

After he finished speaking in one breath, the man stood up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on and started cursing.

"Who do you think you are? This is my family matter, what right do you have to interfere? You filthy bitch, if you spout any more nonsense, I'll make you regret it—ouch!"

Before he could finish speaking, the man let out a series of cries of pain, his posture extremely contorted, sometimes clutching his waist, sometimes covering his face, and sometimes twisting his legs.

Shen Mingchao has now regained some of Li Han's senses. Although his martial arts skills have not fully recovered to their peak, his perception of dynamic targets has improved significantly.

She could tell what the man had gone through.

Xie Yuchen threw an iron ball that struck the man's waist and abdomen, Zhang Haiyan spat out a blade that slashed the man's cheek, and another person flicked a pebble at the man's thigh.

Shen Mingchao followed the direction from which the stones had been shot and met the gaze of the man standing in the corner on the first floor. The man was holding a slingshot, and as if he had noticed her gaze, his gloomy face instantly brightened, and he gave her a silly smile.

It's Kan Jian, whom I haven't seen since we parted ways in Yu Cun. I didn't expect him to come to Beijing recently.

There was a man I didn't recognize standing next to the vest.

He wore a pure black Chinese-style jacket, paired with striking silver hair, a stern face, sharp eyes, an earring on one ear, and a thin cigarette dangling from his mouth.

Shen Mingchao carefully recalled the original work. She had read it hastily, glancing over many supporting characters and not remembering a few at all. Completely unable to recall who this person was, Shen Mingchao didn't pay much attention, averting her gaze and simply nodding slightly to Kan Jian as a greeting and expression of gratitude.

Having already delivered enough laughs in this farce, and no longer wanting to witness the scumbag's ugly behavior, Shen Mingchao directly challenged the female auctioneer to give her a taste of her own medicine.

"Host, since everyone attending the auction needs to have their funds verified, please kick this person out. All his assets have been frozen, and he probably only has a pittance left."

"What the hell do you mean?!"

Shen Mingchao calmly shook her phone, offering no further explanation. It was only when Su Wan, standing behind her, became truly curious and asked what she had done that she turned to answer:

"I didn't do anything, I just sent intimate photos of him and his mistress to Ms. Guo, who was unaware of it. She told me that she had cut off all his credit cards."

Yang Hao asked in surprise, "Mingchao, did you know the Guo family before? How did you know about these private matters?"

good question.

Shen Mingchao glanced at Li Cu, who then explained, "Mingchao is very good at playing online games."

"Hacker?" Su Wan asked.

Shen Mingchao nodded: "I guess so."

Su Wan and Yang Hao gasped.

The shouting and cursing from downstairs continued until two security guards grabbed him and dragged him out, accompanied by his still-shaken lover.

At the same time, a message arrived on my phone.

Upon clicking, I saw it was Qi Qiu.

[Sister, this man is already courting death. I just observed his face, and he may suffer a bloody disaster within a few days.]

Shen Mingchao chuckled and typed a reminder: [Take it easy, don't cause a death. This is a society governed by law.]

This served as a reminder; she knew the Qi family's power and their ability to operate without anyone noticing, but she didn't want Qi Qiu to bear unnecessary blood debts for her.

Qi Qiu replied: [Sister, I know what's important.]

After the brief interruption, the noise in the venue returned.

The scene of four families competing for the lanterns was a once-in-a-century event. The people present witnessed history, and their enthusiasm soared. The bids kept getting higher and higher, and the amount was like a wild horse that had broken free of its reins, going from 100 million to 1 billion. Even the host couldn't control it.

Amidst the commotion, someone knocked on Shen Mingchao's door.

"Ming Dynasty, our boss said that if you don't have enough money to light the sky lantern, he'll cover it." Kan Jian's loud voice preceded his entrance.

Hearing this, Shen Mingchao was somewhat amused and exasperated: "Your boss, is he the Third Master? He finally paid off his 260 million debt, does he want to incur more?"

Everyone else in the room was shocked. Kan Jian exclaimed, "Ming Dynasty, you know about this?"

Shen Mingchao casually explained, "Fatty once told me about their glorious deeds. It is said that they once caused a great disturbance at the Crescent Hotel, and also told me that being handsome is a lifelong thing."

"By the way," Shen Mingchao said, still curious, as he walked over to Kanjian and asked, "Kanjian, who was that person standing next to you just now?"

Kan Jian didn't think too deeply about it and told the truth directly: "His name is Luo Que. He was originally an employee of Boss Yin of the Crescent Moon Hotel, but was later recruited by the boss."

"Where are the others?"

With a grin, Kan Jian said, "He's outside the door, he didn't come in. He's a bit shy around strangers."

No sooner had those words been spoken than another calm male voice interrupted: "Next time you spread rumors, could you at least try to do it in a more discreet way?"

Shen Mingchao looked at the newcomer and became interested. Meeting the other person's indifferent gaze, he slowly walked over, looked him over for a while, and then suddenly smiled mischievously.

"From the second floor, I thought it was smoke, but it turned out to be a lollipop."

It gave her a sense of contrast, like Sun Wukong holding an embroidery needle.

Luo Que never expected Shen Mingchao to come straight for him, and he froze on the spot, too scared to move.

Her face was barely visible from the first floor, but upon closer inspection, one was struck by how exquisitely beautiful she was, especially when she smiled, with shallow dimples, curved eyebrows, and a lively and vibrant expression.

He caught a faint scent in the air and, almost without thinking, asked, "Do you want one? A lollipop."