Han Ruizhuo walked forward first, followed by Xu Pingfan, looking at the paintings on both sides of the corridor from time to time.

With Xu Ping's ordinary perspective, it can be seen that these are not real paintings, but should only be for decoration.

"These paintings on the wall were all bought and framed by the fat man just now, and they cost him tens of millions of dollars. Han Ruizhuo knocked on the frame of a landscape painting and said with a sigh.

"Tens of millions, tsk. Xu Pingfan also sighed, but it didn't seem to be the same thing.

"His name is Zhang Yuanming, the general manager of Huixianzhuang. The two walked unhurriedly, and in the blink of an eye they were about to come to the door.

Knock knock.

Boom.

At the moment of the fourth knock on the door, among the double doors, the other one that was knocked on was opened with a small crack, and it was a black-clothed bodyguard with a tall horse, with black glasses and an unsmiling appearance, which really made Xu Pingfan startled.

After Xu Pingfan became a cultivator, he became more and more sensitive to the perception of momentum.

For example, a cultivator can release the qi of cultivation and suppress those who are lower than his own realm, and a veteran who has been on the battlefield for a long time has a killing aura on his body, but for now, it may be a ruthless force, after all, the world is much more peaceful.

And this person has a sense of anger.

I saw that one of the bodyguards stretched out his hand, Han Ruizhuo immediately took out the card just now, put it in his hand, the bodyguard carefully checked it, and handed it back to Han Ruizhuo.

The expression has not changed, but the forty-five-degree bow and the inward pointing arm highlight the authenticity of the card.

Han Ruizhuo shrugged his shoulders at Xu Pingfan, revealing a helpless expression, and then, his left index finger and middle finger were brought together, swinging forward, and said in a dragging voice: "Brother, go." ”

The door was completely opened by the security guards inside, and the two walked in.

Immediately, Xu Pingfan was attracted by the scenery inside.

The first thing that catches your eye is the two symmetrical staircases. Fine-grained marble, white in color, is hard, and is a high-quality building and carving material.

Naturally, it is made of white marble, and not only the staircase itself, the handrails, the guardrails on the second floor, and the Roman columns that I don't know if they have a load-bearing effect, but at least decorative, are all white marble.

However, the lower end of the staircase is blocked by a gold and red lanyard railing, which prevents guests from moving upward.

Such a very different picture is really hard to take your eyes off.

"So, what kind of event is this going to hold?" Xu Pingfan looked up, and the golden European-style chandelier was like a kaleidoscope in reality, giving people a sense of vertigo.

"Actually, it's an auction for you to come and see my spare time. Speaking of this, Han Ruizhuo's face couldn't help but have some proud looks.

However, Xu Pingfan fully understood what he meant.

Han Ruizhuo, like Xu Pingfan, is a student of Nanqiao Middle School, and he was sent to the vicinity of the school in the morning, and walked over by himself, just so as not to be considered by his classmates that he was a rich second generation, and he had a dislike for him, or a pseudo-feeling of advocating money.

This will only bring him endless troubles, not only will his homework fall sharply, violating his standards as a student, a good high school student, but also will have an impact on his life, and distracting himself from these things will definitely affect his allocation of his time.

Therefore, he can only hide the other side of himself in school and be a student in a down-to-earth manner. In addition to the "hidden" pick-up in the morning, the choice of meals and shoes during physical education class, all kinds of details must be taken care of so that others cannot see it.

And his current actions are actually showing off to his friends, especially those who are very different from his actual life.

Even the old men and old ladies in the park compare their sons-in-law and daughters-in-law with each other, who earns more and who earns less, it is naturally not surprising that it is placed in the second generation of rich students like Han Ruizhuo.

"Yes, you can make a lot of money by helping people auction things in your spare time, haha. Xu Pingfan looked at Han Ruizhuo, who was full of pride, and couldn't help but sneer.

"Stay cool, I'm here to buy it. Han Ruizhuo rolled his eyes and said disdainfully.

As Han Ruizhuo spoke, he walked straight to the left, only to see a room with an open door in front of him, but he didn't know what it was for.

"Are you hungry? Let's find something to cushion our stomachs. Han Ruizhuo half-twisted his head and smiled at Xu Pingfan.

Following Han Ruizhuo, Xu Pingfan found a table of meals as soon as he entered the side door, and every meal was packed on the stove and steaming.

In fact, the appearance of the stove is somewhat like a tripod, quadruped square, with a large and deep shape, which can hold a lot of meals, and has a movable lid more than the tripod, which can not only preserve the temperature of the meal, but also prevent the infestation of flying insects or dust.

Similar to the dining stove, there are also soup stoves that look like porcelain bottles, coffee pots like hot water kettles, dinner plate towers, and chocolate fountain machines, all of which Xu Pingfan occasionally sees in the cafeteria, but here it seems to be more delicate and tidy, as if new.

"Take it," Han Ruizhuo came with two dinner plates out of nowhere and handed one to Xu Pingfan, "It is estimated that they haven't started the meal yet, let's taste the saltiness for them first, and we will have to redo it later." ”

"Redo?" Xu Pingfan called out, "If it's salty and light, and it doesn't suit the taste, let the people you like eat it, why do you have to redo it?

"Waste? They don't know what waste is," Han Ruizhuo picked up the shelf, took a piece of fried chicken, took it in his hand and put it in his mouth to taste it, and said vaguely, "Got a hair in it, redid it, didn't wear a mask, redid it, didn't use disposable gloves, redid it." ”

"Anyway, I don't know about their messy rules, but the result is the same, redo. ”

"What a waste of food, the amount of these things is enough for our school to give everyone a meal, right?" Xu Pingfan said in surprise, his mind full of incredulity.

"But do you know who these are for?" Han Ruizhuo glanced at Xu Pingfan, obviously anticipating his thoughts, and then said, "The CEO of a listed company, the deputy director of the Public Security Bureau, the director of the Jade Association, and the secretary of the Antique Association, which one of them is not a person with a head and a face and a name and surname in the officialdom?"

"That's right," Xu Pingfan nodded, but he raised his head in an instant and said, "But this can't be an excuse for wasting food?

"You can't get in the way of making money, right? ”