Lu Xi didn't wear a dress, but just wore a simple crimson blue casual pants, no makeup, and a ponytail, like a little girl next door to appear in the palatial Grasse Hotel.

When she entered the foyer, she realized that it was an antique auction.

Miss Manners read her invitation and led her through the door.

"I'm sorry, Miss Lu, our auction tonight prohibits all photography, so please store your mobile phone and electronic devices first!"

Attendees, everyone's mobile phones, cameras, etc., have to be stored in a safe at the door, and there are security guards guarding them.

After storage, the hostess led her through the security gate.

The security guard in charge of the security check instantly looked dish: "This ......"

How to check this?

The instrument used for the test is a warning for the metal.

But which part of the wheelchair under Lu Xi's ass is not metal?

Lu Xi didn't embarrass him: "It's okay, you can touch it with your hands." ”

The three security guards held Lu Xi's wheelchair and checked it for a long time before apologizing and letting her in.

Entering the hall, she ducked behind the door and quickly took a look at the terrain.

It's a three-story hall that's full of people standing upstairs and downstairs.

With a slight glance, Lu Xi hooked his lips.

Even the waitress was more upscale than her.

Also.

Those who can enter the auction bureau are either rich or expensive.

In the hall downstairs, the seats are arranged according to the identity of each person.

Lu Xi was stained with the light of Lu Zhengcheng and was arranged in the first row.

However, after all, it is not Lu Zhengcheng himself, so the position is slightly off.

She didn't sit down immediately, but after a circle, she went straight into the elevator and went straight to the third floor.

Condescendingly, I took a look at the layout and route of the banquet.

At the door of the banquet hall, there was a commotion and a flash of magnesium lights.

"Yuan Shao is here."

The people in the hall immediately rushed to the door, as if to greet the big man.

Surrounded by the crowd, Ze Beiyuan was pushed forward by Mu Yong, and waved his hand with a gentle smile.

"Yuan Shao, are you interested in today's lot?"

"I heard you have two lots for auction."

"Can you tell us what your lot is?"

“……”

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry, it's inconvenient for us to have anything to say about the auction."

Mu Yong asked people to push Zebeiyuan away, and stopped the media with his backhand.

"If you're interested, we might have a small press conference after the auction, and if you have any questions, you can ask questions, but for now, I'm sorry, please don't bother us."

Saying goodbye to the reporter with a smile, Mu Yong tidied up his dress, walked towards Zebeiyuan, and lowered his voice.

"The news says she's already here, but why didn't I see it?"

"Eleven o'clock." Ze Beiyuan lowered his eyes and hooked his lips playfully.

Condescending, insight into the micro, can coordinate the overall situation.

It's a human survival instinct.

If it wasn't for her inadvertently getting there, it meant that she had a strong sense of survival in her bones.

When entering a strange place, only by quickly controlling the way in and out can we better deal with the accidents that may occur.

Mu Yong was sure to see Lu Xi's wheelchair at the corner of the third floor.

It's just that she's carrying them behind her back, as if she's talking to someone.

Mu Yong looked at it carefully and frowned: "It's Chen Yao, Lu Zhengcheng's former soldier, it is said that he has changed careers and become a makeup artist now." ”

3rd Floor:

Chen Yao was a little big: "Miss Lu, didn't you say okay, I'll be your image designer?" ”