Westa Avenue.

Blake looked up at the crowd in front of him, his cane trembling slightly, and saw the well-dressed old gentleman sigh, take out a bright silver pocket watch from his bosom, and open the intricately carved case, the hands of pure gold just before the ninth tick clockwise.

It was nine o'clock in the morning.

Maybe it's a few Moores, but it's certainly too late.

The old gentleman thought gloomily - the plan could not catch up with the changes after all, even if several contingency plans had been formulated before, whether it was the exposure of his identity or the sudden attack of the enemy...... He can do it in his heart and deal with it calmly - but at this time, in the face of the surging crowd in front of him, he has no choice but to be sad alone.

"However, if this situation continues, it shouldn't be too late."

Although he did not expect the scale of the auction to be so unprecedented, the staff at the venue still maintained order very well, although the crowd moved slowly, but there were not too many blockages, and it was conservatively estimated that it would only take about twenty moles for him to enter the venue and wait for the opportunity to meet with the connector.

However, this is only an ideal situation.

Blake clearly knows that it is difficult for things to develop as smoothly as they thought, not to mention whether there will be other emergencies, even if there are not, it is not easy to meet with the connector person now - in order to ensure the secrecy of the handover, they have made strict regulations in advance on all aspects such as time, place, clothing, and passwords.

What's more, he may not be the only one who is blocked on the road.

The situation he is facing now must not be much better.

In the final analysis, an auction of this scale is also the first time to be held on the top of the mountains, and for the implementation of the plan, the venue has not implemented strict access standards, basically zero threshold, zero threshold for the whole people - and the auction into a grand event for the whole people, although it has the purpose of confusing the enemy's sight, but at the same time, because of the lack of experience of the organizers, a lot of problems have been exposed, resulting in the plan can not catch up with the changes, can only be flexible, take one step at a time.

Luckily, they have that permission.

The old gentleman sighed helplessly, this is a momentary move that is forced to be helpless, although it can cope with the momentary urgency, but there are still a lot of omissions, if it is not necessary, he really does not want to abandon this set of plans, after all, it is the work of many people, including him, and it is the best plan they can work out.

Giving it up has the feeling of giving up on your own child.

But—

No other way.

He can't stop there, he – or what he represents – is the future of this country – at least one of two futures for this country.

And he was convinced that he was on the right path – so why should he stop?

No.

After giving an affirmative answer in his heart, the old gentleman narrowed his eyes slightly, slightly restrained his chaotic thoughts, and kept moving his gaze to the crowded crowd in front of him, and then nodded as if confirmed: "There are only about ten steps left from the venue, and it won't be too late." ”

If it was really as he thought, maybe it would be possible to meet the connector in time.

It's a pity that things don't always go as planned, just as Blake squeezed in front of the auction hall with the crowd, a change happened again—two or three guests in front of him—let's call it that, people next to each other, and the line of sight could not catch what was going on, and could only be inferred from the sound that it was the guests in front of him and the waiter in charge of the reception who had clashed.

No, perhaps it is not appropriate to use the term conflict.

Blake adjusted his words slightly, because it could be heard from his voice that the waiter in charge of the reception was not excited, and even on the contrary, his tone was gentle and polite, and he could not find fault with the treatment of people.

It should be resolved soon.

He relieved himself slightly, just a few mushas, he could still afford to wait.

However...... Contrary to his expectations, the commotion did not subside quickly, but had a tendency to become more and more intense - because the problem was not solved for a long time, the surging crowd gradually showed signs of getting out of control, and the area where he was still fine, after all, there was the comfort of the reception staff, and the emotion was not anywhere, and the really bad thing was the rear of the long line, the lack of pacification, and the masses who did not know what was going on were unable to suppress their dissatisfaction, and could vent at any time.

It can't be delayed any longer.

Although his mission does not require that the auction be held successfully, if something does go wrong with the auction, their plans will be greatly affected or even completely bankrupt.

So—

Action must be taken.

Thinking of this, Mr. Black straightened his waist and gently struck the pedestrians in front of him with his cane, and walked through the waves in the crowd with a calm attitude.

"Trouble let's go."

The old gentleman pushed through the crowd and approached the whirlpool of contradictions step by step, but the reality was once again beyond his expectations - the center of the whirlpool was not a reckless man, on the contrary, a delicate aristocratic lady...... No, considering her age, perhaps the title Miss would be more appropriate.

"Wow Wow Wow Wow ......"

The hoarse sobs of a petite little girl are enough to move anyone.

"What's going on?" Blake asked, his preconceived notions hinting at anger in his voice, "She's just a child!" ”

"Sir......" The waiter in charge of the reception seemed to think of something, but then changed the subject abruptly, "I'm sorry for the trouble, but really, we're just doing our part." ”

"Is it your job to bully little girls?" He asked angrily - men, women and children, are always more tolerant, and that little lady undoubtedly occupies both identities, and it is difficult not to make people angry.

Wait a minute...... Is my temper that short-tempered?

The old gentleman had a question in his heart, but it was quickly dissipated by unwarranted anger.

"Sorry ......" The waiter bowed slightly, as a practitioner in the service industry, having the knowledge of people is the most basic quality, although the angry old man in front of him does not have any medals or coats of arms that are enough to show his identity, but from his decent clothes and the awe-inspiring majesty when he speaks, it is easy to guess his identity - this is a nobleman, and at least a real nobleman with a certain right to speak, "Please give me a little time to explain." ”

His attitude was so good that even Blake couldn't have a seizure.

"I hope you can give me a satisfactory answer." He leaned on his cane and looked at the young waiter with an indifferent gaze, as if there was an invisible aura condensed around him, making people feel pressured, "Attention, my patience is limited. ”

"Thank you for your understanding," the waiter wiped the beads of sweat that didn't exist on his head, and said humbly, but unfortunately the humility was only exchanged for a cold snort from the old man, but as a service provider, this kind of treatment has long been accustomed to, so he just paused slightly, as if he didn't hear the old man's dissatisfaction, and continued, "This young lady...... She is not able to provide her identity and is not accompanied by an adult and is not eligible to enter the auction......"

"But that doesn't make you cry for her!" "This is a noble lady, a lady who has not yet reached adulthood, and you can refuse her, but you can't make it difficult or insult her!" ”

"But I didn't ......" The waiter seemed to want to explain something, but the old man didn't give him this opportunity, and an inexplicable anger filled his heart, so that he couldn't calm down, think carefully about what happened, and just vent his feelings like a marionette: "What I see is only the result of you making her cry, and you don't have to say whether it's the process or the reason, because I don't care, and those don't matter1"

"Okay...... the young waiter took a deep breath and adjusted his emotions that were almost on his head, "Okay, I see—but you at least have to give you a solution, right?" You should see that, right? It was an aristocratic lady. ”

Even so, there was something unkind about his voice.

The old man in the anger of the ...... could not think carefully, so when the problem came, he couldn't think of a good solution for a while, half driven by anger, half to solve the embarrassment, he said loudly, "I will be her guardian!" ”

"In that case, please leave your message." After a period of adjustment, the waiter's mood has been somewhat eased, and his speech has not been as-for-tat as before, "This is more or less a notarization." ”

"I'm Blake, Blake Wiveman." The old gentleman said, took out a bright silver pocket watch from his bosom, and showed the intricate patterns on the pocket watch in front of everyone, and after about ten breaths, he looked around, "Now, there is no problem, right?" ”

"Of course," said the waiter, bowing slightly, "sir." ”

The Order of the Black Knight, the Eagle family crest, can have both at the same time, only the patriarch of the Wuffman family, Baron Wyfman! Although it is only the title of a baron, as a powerful nobleman with a fief, as a big man who is qualified to stand above the court, the status of the Wyfman family is more prominent than that of many marquis families!

The angry old man ignored the waiter, but walked to the little girl who was still sobbing, looking at the crystal tears faintly flowing out of her crimson eyes, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh, squatted down, stretched out his hand, and gently stroked the long black hair that was as smooth as silk: "Child, don't cry, don't cry...... Grandpa, I'm going to take you in......"

For some reason, he had completely forgotten about his mission.

There was only the crying child in his eyes.

Ps； Just came back from Zhengzhou...... A bunch of things,I actually want to abandon the pit.,If it weren't for someone @ me to update.,But even so,,I guess it's great and I'll end this volume (in fact, the word count of this volume can be ended.,But I still want to end the whole plot.,It's just that I can't guarantee that I'll stop the waist or the complete one.,I don't even dare to pat my chest and pack the ticket even if I try my best--you can scold me as much as you like.,Because I'm thinking about opening a new book.,And the main purpose of this I can honestly say.,It's for money- The need for money is like a boulder rumbling behind me, driving me forward – and as much as I don't like money, the world doesn't change because of your personal preferences. ）

Ps2: By the way, the previous passage was written a month ago, and the new book is far away...... Private companies are brutal, working from seven o'clock in the morning to four o'clock the next morning, anyway, the reality is all kinds of unsatisfactory, if possible, I still want to make a living from novels, after all, I love the world, love deeply...... Laugh.