After the auctioneer announced the start, he looked at all the Chinese guests present with satisfaction. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In order to prevent a temporary tandem between them, Christie's carefully scattered them all over the auction house.

To the disappointment of the auctioneer, all the wealthy Chinese who came to participate in the auction did not raise their cards. Their eyes were all on a young Chinese man in the middle. The young man's identity auctioneer was very familiar.

He is Wu Zimo, a disciple of the Red Palace, an investment master who currently runs a health care product company, and is also the main prey of the boss this time.

The auctioneer looked at Wu Zimo with eager eyes.

How is it possible that the auction of the snake's head was cold?

At this time, he couldn't wait to rush off the stage to help Wu Zimo raise the number plate in his hand.

Wu Zimo had put aside all his distractions at this time, sat firmly in his seat, and before he came, he sent a signal to all the rich people who came to participate in the auction through various channels: no cannibalism!

In fact, there is no need for Wu Zimo's reminder, after so many lessons, Huaguo collectors have already understood some of the tricks of the auction. This time, they came purely to greet the head of state in private, and to help Wu Zimo bring the head of the snake back to the motherland as much as possible.

Since Wu Zimo took the initiative to take this responsibility, let's see how this descendant fights with these old foxes!

There was silence at the scene, and the auctioneer suddenly had a bad premonition. If he had encountered such a cold situation in the past, he would definitely send a signal to let Toto play.

In fact, he has already sent it, but what about the trust arranged by the boss? Why don't you still shout the price!

After glancing at the boss who was still there at this time, and then looking at the timer, the auctioneer picked up the handkerchief and wiped his sweat, and then casually folded the handkerchief and put it back in his pocket. At this time, the last signal, if Tuo doesn't shoot again, this time it will be a missed auction. But he didn't dare to make this choice, so he could only find a way to delay the time.

"A pound!" a shouting voice suddenly sounded in the room, but the auctioneer preferred that no one would shout.

A pound?

Is it good to make international jokes!

"Mr. Wu from Huaguo shouted for the first time, Lot 23, one pound!" Even though the price was so outrageous, the auctioneer could only respond to Wu Zimo according to the rules.

The boss said that Wu Zimo would definitely participate in the auction, and he did raise his card to avoid the snake and beast from being auctioned, but the auctioneer never expected that Wu Zimo would only shout out the price of "one pound".

This is your little dragon in China, which means that your years of shame are good......

Wu Zimo's bid was instantly transmitted to everyone who followed the auction through satellite radio waves.

At this moment, the faces of many bigwigs turned pale. If even the typical Yuanmingyuan "snake bronze head" can not be auctioned at a high price, then it is conceivable that the price of Chinese antiques will definitely plummet, and it is almost impossible for Chinese antiques to return to their previous glory in the future.

It took more than ten years for the peers to hype up the Huaguo antiques to the current level. But this damn Rançois directly flipped the table and cut off the jobs of his peers!

"Damn, what does Rançois want to do?" Countless television or computer screens have been smashed by angry Western collectors, auction houses, and investors, but because Rançois has canceled the phone and Internet participation, they can only vent and cannot take any remedy.

At this time, the people who paid attention to the auction of the bronze head of the snake in China were quietly watching this strange scene through the TV, and people's hearts were very complicated. I don't want to spend too much money to let my baby return to China, and I don't want to make my baby dusty at a low price.

Even the Führer, who was busy with state affairs, turned on the TV when he heard the news, but the focus of his eyes did not seem to be on the TV screen, and he looked thoughtful. He suddenly felt that Wu Zimo could really bring this bronze head back to China at the cost of one pound.

A pound?

Why didn't those guests on the scene shout?

Almost everyone is guessing the mental activities of the guests at this time, and they can't figure it out!

It's just that people can't understand the psychological activities of the guests. When Wu Zimo's shout sounded, a powerful force suddenly descended on everyone in the auction hall, a kind of fear that made people seem to forget their breathing, and it hovered above everyone's heads...... The guests didn't even dare to blink, as if they would be hit by the most terrifying blow in the world as long as they made any action.

There are also some people who barely seem to open their mouths, but they realize that their thoughts are no longer able to lead them to make any sounds, and they can't even do the simple act of opening their mouths. I could only sit helplessly in the chair and watch the auctioneer on the stage sweat.

"What are you waiting for, no one bids, this baby is mine!" Wu Zimo simply stood up this time and completely revealed his perfect image in front of all the audience.

At this time, Zhou Hao, who was watching the live broadcast in a luxury office in Fort Meade, Maryland, couldn't help but praise his action.

It is said that this auction was broadcast live to Huaguo, and with this stop, Wu Zimo seemed to have won a gold medal for avoiding death, and it seems that he had figured it out.

Why did Lin Jianjun calculate Zimo Zhou Hao didn't know, but he felt that after Wu Zimo's stop, Lin Jianjun must have regretted it very much at this time!

The auctioneer glanced at the boss tremblingly, and when he saw him nodding with a gloomy face, he let out a wail in his heart.

He understands that no matter how many results he has made in front of him, this will be the last time he will win the hammer. As an insider, he knows how much effort and money Omi people have used to completely hype up the Chinese antiques, and all this will be completely in vain with his own blow, and he will definitely be regarded as a shame by the major auction houses, and he will be hunted down by those investors who have suffered heavy losses......

I hope I can live out my old age in peace!

The auctioneer gritted his teeth, and no longer fantasized about delaying time, and after two consecutive loud inquiries very neatly, under the gaze of the on-site media people, in the heart-rending cries of Omi's peers, and in the shouts of the Chinese people, he shot down with a heavy blow.

"Deal!"

Wu Zimo took out a pound from his pocket with a smile, put it in front of the delivery personnel, and quickly signed various documents. He hurried out with the protective box containing the snake's head, and the guards of the Chinese bigwigs and the military attachés of the embassy were already waiting for him outside the door.

Before getting into the car, Wu Zimo briefly accepted a brief interview with Tianchaotai.

"What do you think of bidding for a national treasure of the former dynasty for one pound?"

"This pound was picked up at the venue, so let's take it as the storage fee for the past hundred years!" Wu Zimo got into the car after speaking, and he will rush to the airport under the escort of the local police and the ambassador, where a chartered plane is ready to take off.

After reading this paragraph, Zhou Hao shook his head and smiled, picked up the remote control and turned off the TV. He turned to a middle-aged soldier standing beside him and said, "Mike, just do your own thing." ”

"Yes, master. "The middle-aged soldier is very respectful.

Zhou Hao nodded, waved his hand and took away more than a dozen special phones taken by the middle-aged soldier, and then disappeared in an instant.

It's just that Zhou Hao didn't know that in the office where he had just left, when Mike sat back in his office chair and stretched out his hand to call a meeting, a silver light suddenly enveloped him. Mike seemed to enter a space where no time had passed, and he quietly stretched out his hand and stood still.

A few seconds later, a nice baritone voice sounded softly in the office: "There seems to be something more in his mental space, a very wonderful mental power fluctuation, it's strange, I can't capture it!"

"Maybe it was the ......high-latitude civilization life just now," a voice sounded a little vicissitudes.

"Do you think he has a way to get out of here?"

"I don't know, I hope!" The silver glow vanished as the conversation ended. As if he didn't feel like he had disappeared for a few seconds, Mike naturally continued to reach for his office phone.

"It's me, call a meeting of all the heads of the first-level departments immediately!"

Mike put down the phone and silently flicked his fist into the air. This time, the owner gave himself the ability to contract with all the employees of NSA to be loyal to himself as the spokesperson of the master.

With this, you definitely don't have to worry about the next Snowden!

Oh, God...... No, it's the master bless!

In a suite at the Sofitel Lafayette Plaza in Washington, D.C., only a few hundred meters from the White House, Zhou Hao suddenly appeared, and then stretched out his tongue playfully.

When entering the NSA building and invading Mike, he was pleasantly surprised to find a chip so small that it was invisible to the naked eye, tightly clinging to Mike's pineal gland.

Intelligent brain, brainwave sensor or monitoring equipment? Although Zhou Hao could not determine the specific purpose of this chip, he felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart.

Alien!

Only aliens can implant a chip in Mike's brain without them knowing!

Parasitism, surveillance, control, subconscious suggestion......

Driven by a strong curiosity, Zhou Hao rummaged through all of Mike's memories and determined that Mike himself did not have any experience of third-class contact. However, there was a few interesting pieces of information that caught Zhou Hao's attention.

Mike firmly believes that he can talk to God and get God's guidance! It is his ability to advance all the way to the most mysterious and powerful position in the United States.

Mike is a Freemason! It seems that Freemasons have this ability, except that some are frequently answered by God, some are only occasionally answered by God, and only a few elders are always able to receive God's guidance.

Zhou Hao felt as if he had touched the biggest secret of the planet. Before he left the imperial capital, he had consciously collected information about Freemasonry.

Freemasonry, the largest secret organization in the world.

Originated in 4000 B.C.—the year of the A.L. (Annolucis, "Age of Light"), who called themselves Cain's descendants, who knew the mysteries of heaven and earth and the universe.

At first, he thought that Freemasonry was just a brotherhood organization with a longer history and more good members, and even the purpose of his visit to the United States was to touch this brotherhood in order to achieve the purpose of loosening the ties for the southeast.

Now it seems that I need to think about it.

How to choose between the grass and the snake or the rabbit? )