Pengcheng is a city in the west of Lianhai City, the area is larger than Lianhai City, it is a relatively famous old industrial city in China, with convenient transportation and good mineral resources.

A place like this is easier to breed local tyrants.

Of course, Pengcheng has now declined a little, and the speed of development has declined significantly.

However, the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, and it is still very powerful compared to the Lianhai City next door.

"Those guys in Pengcheng are the most unruly, and we don't need to tell them any rules when we go over this time!" Huang Zongliang seemed to have a very bad impression of some people in Pengcheng.

"I just want to find Zhou Qing, and everything else has nothing to do with me. Lu Fan was unmoved.

It was about 200 kilometers from Baiyun Township to Pengcheng City, but he did not choose to take the highway.

"Why don't you take the highway?" asked Huang Zongliang suspiciously.

"Because I don't have a driver's license, I'm afraid of being checked. Lu Fan replied seriously.

Huang Zongliang glanced at the odometer, where the speed displayed was one hundred and eighty miles per hour.

Well, you are amazing, you don't have a driver's license, and you dare to drive a hundred and eight on the national highway!

He grabbed the handrail next to him hard, and didn't dare to speak again.

That is, the car is good, and the safety performance is relatively good, otherwise he must ask to get out of the car.

In less than two hours, they drove to Pengcheng.

Huang Zongliang contacted a friend on the road, who was said to be a person who had a lot of skills in Pengcheng and helped them point them in the direction.

After all, they don't know each other well, and they don't know how to find it when they get here.

Lu Fan drove the car to the courtyard of the Crowne Plaza Hotel in Pengcheng, where Mr. Huang had made an appointment with his friend.

After getting out of the car, Huang Zongliang beckoned to a young man in his twenties: "Xiao Liu, here." ”

Xiao Liu seemed to be a college student, and when he saw Huang Zongliang, he ran over.

"Brother Liang, you came so fast, I just arrived, and you arrived. ”

"Don't talk nonsense, what I asked you to inquire about, did you find out?" Huang Zongliang was not very polite to him.

"Brother Liang doesn't look at who I am, how can this little thing be difficult for me!" Xiao Liu said proudly, but soon he found that Huang Zongliang's face seemed to be a little ugly, and he immediately became serious.

"I asked my friend, there is only one charity fundraising auction in Pengcheng, which is held once a week, and the location is in this hotel, and it is said that the organizer is Hong Shao!"

When he said the last sentence, he looked around vigilantly, and his voice was lowered a lot.

"Hong Shao, Hong Yu?" Huang Zongliang also frowned.

"Yes, that's him!" Xiao Liu nodded.

Huang Zongliang's expression became ugly.

"Who is this Hong Yu?" asked Lu Fan.

"It's me from Pengcheng, but this person is better than me!" Huang Zongliang whispered.

Lu Fan understood, that Hong Yu was Pengcheng's No. 1 son.

And unlike Huang Zongliang, who has been studying in other places, Hong Yu should be in Pengcheng most of the time, and his influence and energy in the local area are stronger.

"It's okay, we just want to find Zhou Qing, and everything else has nothing to do with us. Lu Fan said lightly.

He was looking for fundraising just to find clues about Zhou Qing, and if Zhou Qing's disappearance had nothing to do with Hong Yu, of course he wouldn't go to Hong Yu's trouble.

But if Zhou Qing's disappearance is related to Hong Yu, then this guy will be unlucky.

Not to mention the No. 1 son of a small Pengcheng, even if it is the No. 1 son of Beisu Province and the No. 1 son of Huaxia, I am afraid that it is useless.

The so-called son, in Lu Fan's heart, is equivalent to waste.

"Good. Huang Zongliang said that he understood what Lu Fan meant, and then asked Xiao Liu, "We want to go to the charity fundraising auction now to see, do you have any way?"

"No problem. Xiao Liu said briskly, "I also know a lot of people in Pengcheng, it is still very easy to enter this auction, I just want to ask you for one thing, that is, if you want to deal with Hong Yu, don't deal with him at the auction, I still want to mix in Pengcheng in the future." ”

After all, these two people were brought in by him, and he also knew that Huang Zongliang's status was equivalent to Hong Yu, even if he fell out with Hong Yu at the auction, it didn't matter.

But he can't!

Huang Zongliang provoked Hong Yu to pat his ass and leave, he still had to stay in Pengcheng.

offended Hong Yu, and he won't be able to come out and mix in the future.

"This ......" Huang Zongliang did not agree, but turned his head to look at Lu Fan.

"Don't worry, we won't give Hong Yu a chance to embarrass you. Lu Fan agreed.

Xiao Liu's eyes suddenly lit up.

Huang Zongliang's small movements just now did not escape his eyes.

Even the first son of Haishi has no way to make a decision, and he has to ask the person next to him, does this mean that the young man next to him has a higher status?

If he befriended a young man with such a high status, then he would have to rise up in the future!

Xiao Liu was so happy in his heart that he even ignored another detail.

Lu Fan only promised not to let Hong Yu have a chance to embarrass him, and did not promise not to deal with Hong Yu at the auction.

There is a big difference between the two.

Xiao Liu, who was excited, took Lu Fan and Huang Zongliang into the lobby of the hotel, and the auction was on the second floor of the hotel, and he went directly.

He is also a very famous second ancestor in Pengcheng, most of the people here know him, and no one stops him when they see him coming.

The three of them entered the auction with ease.

The auction has begun, but it has just begun, and now it is Lot 2 that is being auctioned.

"This is a painting painted by a primary school student in a mountainous area, the sun on this painting means light and hope, this is all the hope of that primary school student, now please be willing to bring hope to the primary school student The philanthropists start holding up signs, the starting price is 500,000!"

An auctioneer holds a painting on the stage and explains it with emotion.

The painting did look like it had been painted by a schoolboy, it was extremely rudimentary, and it was completely incomprehensible, except for the circle in the middle that had been forcibly interpreted as a sun.

"Can you still shoot 500,000 yuan for this thing?"

However, before he could finish his surprise, the group of people below had already shouted.

"Six hundred thousand!"

"Seven hundred thousand!"

"A million!"

The price of this primary school student graffiti is reaching a height that is enough to make contemporary domestic calligraphy and painting everyone ashamed at an incredible speed.

"Are they crazy?" Huang Zongliang was even more surprised. "Of course they're not crazy. Lu Fan sneered, "This is not a fundraiser at all!"