The final round of bidding has officially begun.

Wang Dafu took a cigar in his mouth, hummed a little song, and easily pushed open the door of the secret passage and stepped into his trench.

He was very sure that in the final round of bidding, he would slap everyone in the face, and he would hold the Imperial Blood Stone to blind those elite tycoons who looked down on people. He will ascend to the throne of the general manager of the East Asian emperor in the midst of countless cheers and envious eyes. Let the old devil be dumbfounded, let the diamond king go to hell, and let the little witch cry.

He has begun to fantasize about standing in the Imperial Mansion and watching the sunset, and has begun to imagine the feat of cultivating the beauties of the world with left and right.

A new imperial era that belongs to his little golden dragon king is about to appear.

"Returned!"

A mosquito-like hum sounded on the sofa in the treasure room, although the hum was small, it threw a thunderbolt in Wang Dafu's mind, instantly waking him up from his imagination.

"Joe... Joe...... Professor Joe! Wang Dafu trembled, and the cigar at the corner of his mouth almost fell to the ground. He arranged six masters at the door of A38, and there were eight lurking on the ceiling, and even the old guy and the four candidates sent people to keep an eye on him secretly, but the old guy still appeared in his room silently like a ghost, and none of his subordinates warned him.

"Sit!"

"Don't dare! Can't! Wang Dafu hurriedly waved his hand, bowed his body and stepped forward, standing respectfully two meters away, with a coffee table in between. He did not dare to get too close, for fear that the old fellow would pinch him to death as soon as he raised his hand; I didn't dare to go too far, for fear that the old guy would be suspicious and say that he was disrespectful.

"You're sweating, is the thermostatic air conditioner in the trench broken?" The old guy looked at Wang Dafu playfully.

"No, no, no! Professor, his subordinates are weak and a little weak...... By the way, what do you have to do here? Wang Dafu finally calmed down and slowly regained a little confidence. As long as the old guy asks him, he won't kill him.

"I heard you put chess pieces outside?"

"Nothing ......"

"Humph!" The old guy snorted.

"Hehehe, that's the case, after the subordinates got the gem information from Xia Er's hands, they pondered it carefully, and felt that it was a pity to only shoot one, and it was a bit ostentatious to pick the best one, which would attract the attention of the other three guys, so I arranged for someone to go to the eagle room to shoot a few pieces, in fact, they were all taken for you. The stones are here, you have to look at them, just take them back. Wang Dafu sneered, took out a small brocade bag from his coat pocket, and gently rested it on the corner of the coffee table.

The old guy withered his hands lightly, picked up the brocade bag and paddled it, and then threw it down casually: "Do you really want to be the general manager of the emperor?" ”

"Of course I want to, I hope the professor will be perfected!" Wang Dafu gritted his teeth, suddenly knelt on one knee, and replied with a fist in a flash. He knew that this was a critical time to show his loyalty, and as long as he gained the trust of the old fellow, he would succeed.

"Then you have to cooperate with the old man."

"Don't worry, your subordinates will definitely follow your instructions and bring the golden vest to the Cloud Chinese Restaurant." Wang Dafu nodded without hesitation.

The old guy smiled a little, and fell in Wang Dafu's eyes, looking very weird: "This is just one of them, in fact, with or without you, the golden vest will obediently go up to the clouds, and it will also go to the top of the eagle." The most important thing is that the old man needs your infinite loyalty, so he needs your cooperation. ”

"No, no! Professor, I, Wang Dafu, swear to the sky and be loyal to you, if you disobey, the sky will thunder! Wang Dafu trembled with fright, raised his hands, clenched his teeth, and tried to resist the fear in his heart. He knew very well what the old fellow's cooperation was, and it was nothing more than asking him to give up resistance and accept the spell of enslavement unconditionally. He secretly collected the details of the old guy and found that all his cronies had cast a spell.

"There is no basis for words, the old man only believes the facts."

"Professor, you promised me not to cast a spell on your subordinates!" Wang Dafu was about to cry.

"Hehe, the old man regrets it now and decides to retract what he said, do you have an opinion?"

"No, I'm not going to be the general manager anymore, you can ask for another master!" Wang Dafu said in shock, stood up, and rushed to the door.

"Hehe, you run away, shout, anyway, your family, your beautiful assistant are all in the hands of the old man, if you leave this door, you will have nothing, even if the old man doesn't get you, those enemies of yours will kill you."

Wang Dafu was petrified at the gate, and the big hand on the doorknob was like a thousand pounds. He doesn't care about any family, and he doesn't care about any beautiful assistants, but he can't live without Dibao Hotel, and he can't do without identity.

The old guy stood up, walked in front of Wang Dafu, gently pinched Wang Dafu's chin with his left hand, and raised a black pill the size of a dragon's eye with his right hand, which was stuffed directly into Wang Dafu's big mouth.

"Eat!"

"Professor, you rely on it to maintain your loyalty?" Wang Dafu smiled bitterly and shook his head. Before the words fell, the old guy twisted his withered hands, and the black pill went into his throat and into the depths of his abdomen.

"Wrong! This is just an appetizer, called Heart Eroding Bone Rotting Pill, for men, refined by Heart Piercing Demon Grass, non-toxic and tasteless, it melts when it comes to water, and with the "Heart Hunting Spell", you can simply control a disobedient demon soldier like you. If you change to your beautiful assistant, you don't have to be so troublesome, as long as the old man uses the dragon root to open the way, she can make her want to die, and once she gets through, even if the old man pushes her away, she is not reluctant. ”

"Ahem, ahem!" Wang Dafu coughed urgently, and his big face turned purple and black because of his anger.

"Don't worry, your beautiful assistant is neither an angel nor a witch, it is estimated that she has already been opened by your little wilting dragon, and the old man is not interested in her, so it is better to leave it to you to tidy up slowly." Oh yes, things related to curing the root cause need to be considered in the long run, and when you sit on the throne of the emperor of East Asia and have achievements, the old man will naturally help you refine it. After the old guy finished laughing, black spells poured out from his left hand, and through the veins around his neck, they quickly poured into Wang Dafu's body.

Wang Dafu stiffened his body, his eyes closed, and his heart was full of remorse.

He understood that after this old guy was put on the stall, he would no longer have any freedom, so he could only obediently work for him, saying that he was the general manager of the East Asian emperor, or that he was a puppet who could only breathe. The old guy wants to kill him, rob his treasure, rob his woman, it's just a matter of thought.

……

Rough auctions are in full swing.

The four candidate rooms have been silent, led by the Eagle Room B180 and B88, bidding one after another, taking away dozens of stones, and the two little beauty hosts, Chun'er and Xia'er, incendiaryly coquettish, pushed the venue to a climax again and again.

In room A33, after the little girl was scolded by her mother, she sat on the sofa obediently, staring at the TV screen in a daze.

Tang Ming leaned over on the sofa and closed his eyes in contemplation. For him, it was safest to stay here, the old guy and his men must be looking for him all over the world, and if he didn't activate the invisibility charm, going out would mean being beaten. He didn't have a single soldier by his side, let alone fight the old guy, Hull and those angels and demons alone could kill him. Of course, not going out doesn't mean that he doesn't act, he is Satan's spokesperson, and he has the Demon King Order, a treasure against the sky, as long as he pays close attention to those divine soul white threads in the Demon King Order, he can understand most of the old guy's dynamics.

He believed that with the passage of time, the old guy's whereabouts and Lan Yu'er's specific situation would definitely appear in the White Silk of the Divine Soul.

Minutes and seconds passed.

Just as the No. 580 rough stone was raised to the auction table, the gloom on Tang Ming's face was swept away, and then he bounced up, raised his head and laughed: "Okay! Very good! The old ghost, the sins of heaven, are forgivable; and thou shalt not live. I'll make you look good! Hahaha! ”

"Here, have a cup of coffee." An ice crystal jade hand handed over a milky cup of coffee from his side.

"Thank you!" Tang Ming took the cup and took a sip, he was suddenly stunned, and slowly turned his head.

Behind the sofa stood a beautiful woman in a golden cheongsam, holding the little girl in her arms, looking at him with a smile, and the little girl was making all kinds of cute little grimaces at him.