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Wang Zitao led Yang Chengbin into the elevator is more special, to open the door even need to swipe the card, and when he entered the elevator compartment, he found that there was only one elevator button, and he pressed it to go straight to the seventh floor of the top floor.

This is obviously an internal special elevator, but Yang Chengbin couldn't help but give Yang Chengbin a little more look.

Although he doesn't come to Jinbi Glory often, he also knows that the seventh floor of this club is generally not open to the public; He inquired a little, but it was quite mysterious, and it was said that he needed to be invited by his master to go up.

However, he didn't care what it was, because he rarely stayed in Asan City, and only recently because of his grandfather's affairs that he stayed here for a long time, otherwise, he usually stayed in the north.

After seeing Wang Zitao press the button on the seventh floor, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Can I go up?" ”

He didn't doubt that Wang Zitao would be able to go up, after all, compared to him, Wang Zitao was a real playboy, he could play and play, and all the high-end clubs in Asan City had him, and all of them were distinguished members, if even he couldn't go to the seventh floor, then no one could go up.

Although I don't know what the conditions for this master to invite people are, Wang Zitao will definitely be able to meet them; Even if he is not satisfied, he will find ways to be satisfied.

"With me, of course you can go in!" Wang Zitao said with a smile.

Yang Chengbin glanced at him, didn't speak, just stared at the seventh-floor button that had been on the two, feeling the elevator rising rapidly at an even speed, and soon, it stopped.

Yang Chengbin is a little curious, what is the seventh floor of the miraculous golden bi that he is talking about?

As soon as the door opened, he took the lead in walking out, and was stunned to find that outside the elevator door, there was a passage, but the passage on the right was a dead end, and the only exit on the left side was a towering iron door.

He walked over and saw a strong man guarding the left side of the iron gate, and when the other party saw Yang Chengbin, he asked, "Pass!" ”

Seeing this, Yang Chengbin turned his head to look behind him, and Wang Zitao, who had just walked out of the elevator door, walked over, took out a card from his arms, and handed it to the strong man through the iron fence to check.

The strong man only glanced at it, and seemed to confirm the authenticity of the card, then glanced at Yang Chengbin, and asked Wang Zitao, "Who is it?" ”

"Guest!" Wang Zitao returned.

It's so simple, it sounds like a reply that is equal to a blank answer, but the strong man opened the chain wrapped around the iron door, opened the iron door, and let the two of them in.

"Let's go!" Wang Zitao turned his head and said to Yang Chengbin with a smile: "You will see a lot of familiar people here." ”

Such a tight checkpoint made Yang Chengbin more and more curious about this kind of place.

He followed Wang Zitao into the iron gate, and after walking a few steps forward, he heard the sound of iron chains and iron bars colliding with each other behind him. He turned his head to look back, Wang Zitao seemed to know what the other party was thinking, and said in a low voice: "This iron gate is just for you, the real security system is still in a more hidden place!" ”

Hearing this, Yang Chengbin nodded lightly, this is similar to what he thought, after all, such a mysterious place, it seems to be too shabby to be protected by an iron door, and sure enough, this is just a look for people.

Or, set up here with such a rudimentary door to avoid putting too much pressure on the guests who come here.

After the iron door was locked, the strong man stood back in place with an expressionless face, and Yang Chengbin also withdrew his gaze, followed Wang Zitao, and walked inside along this somewhat long passage.

After turning a right-angled corner, you can see that at the end of the road, there is a light that is clearly different from the light in the passage, shining in from the gap on the right - that must be the exit, right?

With such a trace of speculation, the two continued to move forward, and soon came to the exit, so what appeared in front of Yang Chengbin became a wide hall.

This hall is not very big at a glance, only more than 100 square meters, with a thick carpet on the ground and a dazzling waterfall crystal chandelier hanging overhead.

On each wall, there are still paintings hanging one after another.

Several long tables are placed in the open space at intervals, there are many food desserts, etc., as Wang Zitao said, this is a party, but there are not many people who participate in this party, at a glance, there are more than ten people, less than twenty, each standing in place in twos and threes chatting, or walking around the hall, selecting food, standing in front of the painting and admiring.

A bewitching waitress in a delicate cheongsam carries a tray and shuttles through the crowd venue, allowing people to take the wine on the tray.

Except that there are fewer people, it looks like a very ordinary self-help party, but this party is different from the parties that Yang Chengbin has attended in the past, and I don't know if it is because of the small number of people, or what, everyone seems to be talking and chatting with their voices down, which seems to be very unlively, and even has an inexplicable depressing atmosphere.

Moreover, their gaze always swept over an empty circular platform in the center of the hall, consciously or unconsciously, as if they were all expecting, noticing, that something would emerge from it.

He took a closer look, and when he saw a lot of familiar faces in the venue, they were all wealthy people who ranked high in Asan City, and even government officials, but even so, this scene still disappointed him.

"That's what you're talking about?" Yang Chengbin's disappointed tone was overflowing, and the interest that had been aroused was like a deflated balloon, and it wilted.

He was not in a very good mood before, and he hoped that Wang Zitao could take him to an interesting place for recreation, but he didn't expect that when he came to such a place where the atmosphere was not warm, but a little depressing, his already bad mood would be even more difficult to improve.

"Disappointed?" Wang Zitao smiled: "Don't look at this as a small party, but I don't know how many people outside are crowding their scalps and want to participate!" If I hadn't brought you in, you wouldn't have been qualified. ”

After speaking, he put his head close to Yang Chengbin and whispered: "The party is not its purpose, the key is the auction here!" ”

"Auction?" Hearing this, Yang Chengbin's heart couldn't help but move.

There is no doubt that he has participated in many auctions, including antiques, jewelry, real estate, all kinds, but such auctions are all with great fanfare, and rich people are invited to participate as much as possible.

And generally hide and hide, and if you make such a hidden auction, the auction thing will definitely not be exposed, or it will not be visible to outsiders, so it will be narrowed down in a small circle.

If it is really such an auction, it is no wonder that Wang Zitao will say that he is not qualified, because in such an auction, generally only friends trust each other, and they will be invited by acquaintances, and they must be guaranteed, otherwise, no matter how much money is spent, they will not be able to participate.

Generally speaking, this kind of auction auctions are antique calligraphy and paintings that cannot be circulated in the market, which are either smuggled or obtained from illegal channels such as tomb robbing.

For people like Yang Chengbin who are not interested in antique calligraphy and painting, such an auction is actually not interesting.

(End of chapter)