How long has it been? How long has it been since I have received news about Huiyue? Since the day of the Bronze Project, I have not been thinking about the Miao knife that never leaves my body. A knife with its own cleaning function.

The alchemy sword with the dual attributes of being indestructible is unique in the world!

When Mo Qianye thought he would never be able to find it again in his life, he never expected that God would play a huge joke on him.

A private underwater archaeological team accidentally found Huiyue underwater while studying underwater historical relics. At that time, the underwater mud had half submerged the knife. In two or three weeks, this Miao knife will be gone forever.

It was buried under the water of the Yangtze River and will never be seen again, with no possibility of being discovered again.

Angers handed over a beautifully printed information, "Sotheby's Auction House, one of the best auction houses in the world, is an important circulation place for art."

Mo Qianye took the information and wanted to see what precious auction items there were on it, such as the Qianlong Dou Cai Bao Xiang Sunflower Style Three-legged Plate with Flower Patterns... Song Dynasty Blue and White Underglaze Red Low Relief "Qin King Breaking the Formation Music"

The high-necked bottle... Nanyang Dushan Jade Vairochana Buddha's hanging hands and the big jade sea... are not what Mo Qianye wants. Now he just wants to find Huiyue quickly, and then kill everyone on the battlefield with the dragon clan.

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Unfortunately, Mo Qianye didn't find Hui Yue's auction record on it.

"You can't find it in the information." Angers waved his cigar, "This is a 'directional auction'. The so-called directional auction refers to the auction of items that can only be circulated within a certain range by law.

, so only customers with specific identities are invited. But often the things that appear at such auctions have unknown origins. Even large auction companies dare not make them public. They only invite customers with good reputations and good reputations. In 2003, Sotheby's tried to auction

The six pottery figurines in the tomb of Empress Dou of the Western Han Dynasty were stolen cultural relics, and this incident caused a big fuss. After that, some interesting things will not be printed on the promotional materials. Only by going to the venue in person can the mystery be revealed."

"Principal, do you mean that if I want to get my Huiyue back, I have to participate in that directional auction?" Mo Qianye closed the document and asked.

"Of course, directed auctions are where the college searches for treasures. We often find some rare items. For example, we once bought a brass blowtorch of unknown age for less than $400,000. Do you know that thing?"

Angers gestured with his hands, "It's the alcohol blowtorch used by chemists in the last century."

"I've seen it before. Lu Mingfei accidentally burned Ling's hair with it during the alchemy and chemistry class."

"That's right, then imagine if you use the blowtorch sideways..."

"Flamethrower!" Mo Qianye understood.

"Yes! In fact, it is not an alcohol blowtorch at all, but a weapon, the work of alchemists in the 19th century. They usually call this kind of thing 'dragon's breath', and the fuel is not alcohol, but refined mercury.

Nitroglycerin."

"Nitroglycerin... isn't that an explosive? A small spark can blow up an entire house?"

"Yes, it's explosive. It can emit a cone-shaped flame up to 20 meters long, with an explosive effect. It also releases a huge amount of mercury vapor. It is a powerful weapon against dragons." Angers nodded, "So it's a bargain.

Baby’s place.”

"Then I'm going to..."

"I used your connections to the Yan family to get an invitation letter. You will participate in this auction as the young master of the Yan family and bring back the knife." After saying that, Angers took it from his underwear pocket.

I was handed an invitation letter, then I held the steering wheel with my left hand and my right hand, and drove to 120 mph on a road with a speed limit of 40 kilometers. During this period, I also passed through several intersections with changing lights, and several cars behind me were forced to do so.

I had to brake suddenly and blocked the entire intersection.

"I know that that knife means a lot to you. Without it, you won't be able to exert your full strength."

"So principal, you don't mind if I use my own way to get back what belongs to me?" Mo Qianye said with a smile.

Pennsylvania Road, this is a small road hidden in the downtown area, flanked by tall gray walls of skyscrapers. These buildings were built in Chicago's most luxurious metropolitan era, the 1950s. Over time, the limestone surface has peeled off, revealing

The desolation of the run-down nobles. The sunlight is completely blocked by high-rise buildings, and there is a hint of coolness on the long and narrow streets. At the end of the road stands a huge square building. There are no windows on the tall walls, only a row of large exhaust fans slowly rotating near the top.

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Chicago Civic Opera.

This was once a place where celebrities gathered. 60 years ago, luxury cars and modern girls gathered here every night. Courteous gentlemen came here with their young female companions to enjoy elegant music. The waiters loudly recited the greetings of distinguished guests.

name.

But it has declined. Today's young people go to the cinema or the shopping mall in the downtown area for dates. The Opera House is a glory that belongs to the previous era.

But today it woke up again, and various high-end cars parked at the door one after another, with red taillights flashing one after another. The heavy car door opened, and a man wearing a black tuxedo or evening dress got out, wearing a white embroidered shirt.

, the cosmopolitan-style parted head was covered with thick hair oil, and the light was discernible, and then the hand that poked out from the car was wearing long white velvet gloves, and the silver watch was worn outside the gloves, and the man held it

That hand gently pulled out the modern girl wrapped in mink fur and veiled. Her slender heels stepped on the ground, her calves stretched out in graceful arcs, white steam overflowed from the sewer outlet, and men and women walked arm in arm towards the opera house.

The figures formed...Chicago in the golden age of 1950.

On this day, in front of the Municipal Opera House, time seemed to go back 60 years.

The silver-gray Rolls-Royce Silver Phantom slowly stopped in front of the Opera House. Its old-school style and imposing manner caught the attention of the waiter. He quickly ran down the steps. The window slowly lowered, revealing a young, slender, well-jointed car.

The hand handed out a dark red invitation.

"President of Yan's Music Group, Mr. Mo Qianye!" The waiter read this unfamiliar name loudly, as if he was welcoming a well-known earl.

The driver got out of the car, his waist straight, and he was wearing a black suit with gold-plated buttons. He respectfully opened the door of the back seat. The first thing that appeared in everyone's sight was a Vacheron Constantin Heritage Series watch, and then a Brioni order.

Formal attire was made, and then leather shoes were put on. Everyone had a look of surprise on their faces. At this moment, all the distinguished guests finally appeared. He inhaled hard and puffed up his chest, looking at the crowd.

"Please, Mr. Mo, the auction is about to begin." The waiter bowed to the young distinguished guest.

Mo Qianye followed the waiter through the dimly lit passage. The smell of perfume floated in the air, and what shone was the silver powder applied on the bare shoulders of modern girls.

The panoramic view of the Opera House appeared in front of him, and the air of ostentation hit his face. The surrounding pillars were like the ruins of the Parthenon on the Acropolis of Athens, but they were painted gorgeous dark red. On the dome-shaped ceiling, one after another,

The giant crystal chandelier disperses all the shadows, and the dome is reflected in gold. The battle of Ragnarok is painted on the four walls, the green mandala pattern wool carpet, and the red velvet seats with brass nameplates.

The seat numbers are marked, and a scarlet curtain hangs on the stage. It seems that when the curtain is opened, the work of some ancient Greek tragedy master will be performed.

Mo Qianye found his seat, but did not find Ange. The surrounding guests took their seats one after another. They seemed to know each other and exchanged simple greetings. The opera house was not very big, but hundreds of seats were packed.

The lights were turned off one by one, and finally only the giant chandelier in the center of the dome was still on. As if the performance was about to begin, waiters in white rang bells as they passed by in the aisles, and the voices of the guests talking became low. The curtain shook, and the body

A man in a black tuxedo came out.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Sotheby's Directed Auction 2010 Summer Chicago Cultural Tour auction will start in five minutes. I am the auctioneer this time. Please hold your number plate and don't miss your favorite things.

, because every thing we will bid for next is unique." The auctioneer paused, "Now, please close your eyes when it gets dark."

"Humph, do you want to compare bloodlines?" When it comes to comparing whose bloodline is the most powerful, Mo Qianye thinks that no one in Kassel has a higher bloodline than him. The 50:50 human-dragon bloodline just maintains an excellent

The special constitution of being balanced and immune to all bad effects will allow him to use violent blood as he wishes without worrying about the critical blood limit.

However, he didn't bother to play such little tricks.

The guests all closed their eyes and bowed their heads slightly.

"It's dawn, please open your eyes!"
Chapter completed!