Chapter 434: The Differences in the World

"Eighth level? Isn't that the same level as the King of Clubs?" Jian Changsheng widened his eyes in shock, "Is Xiaohai so strong?"

"It's strange... Where do so many eighth levels come from in this world? What is the origin of this Golden Club?"

"Xiaohai seems to have no ill will towards the Dusk Society. He must have let us go because he saw the poker... Could he also be a senior of our Dusk Society?"

"Impossible, there is definitely no such ugly kid among the senior members of the Dusk Society." Red Heart 9 answered firmly.

Jian Changsheng fell into deep thought.

"This is a loss." Red Heart 9 said angrily, "I didn't find the information of the special envoy, nor did I get the gold, and I was beaten up by a little brat... Damn, it's really yihahahaha!!"

As Red Heart 9 spoke, he began to laugh uncontrollably. He widened his eyes in surprise and covered his mouth tightly with one hand.

Jian Changsheng looked at him in shock. Just as he was about to say something, he couldn't help laughing wildly the next moment!

"Yihahahahaha!"

Pah--

He slapped himself cleanly.

"What's going on?!" Jian Changsheng covered his face and said in disbelief, "We..."

"Damn, is this white ash the culprit?"

Red Heart 9 also noticed the funny white ash on the noses of the two people. He sensed the condition of his body and said with a sullen face, "It seems that we are controlled by the ability of that ugly kid... The white ash should be the mark he left on us. What exactly does he want to do?"

"Didn't he say that? Let us protect the envoy..."

"Isn't the envoy an eighth-level one?! What do you want us to protect? And we are members of the Dusk Society, why should we listen to his orders?" Red Heart 9 was very unhappy and had no intention of cooperating with the clown.

He snorted coldly, tidied his clothes, and walked straight to the street. Seeing this, Jian Changsheng followed him helplessly.

As soon as the two walked onto the street, they were attracted by the noise not far away.

On the other side of the street, dozens of cars kept stopping, countless silver bills were packed and sent to the Hongchen Hotel in waves, and those who sent money ran very fast, as if they were afraid that they would not be able to outrun others.

"How much money was sent this time?"

"Time is too tight, the bank is not open at night, and this round is only 10 million..."

"10 million?! Not enough! Go and raise more money! If the bank is not open, go directly to the president. Even if he is asleep, you have to drag him up for me! The government has special people who will do public relations."

"And those second-rate consortiums that have a good relationship with us, go to them to borrow, and you must raise another 20 million for me within half an hour!"

"Damn, how can the Beidou Consortium lenders have such sufficient cash reserves?!"

"Hurry up! Get moving!"

"..."

Even though it was late at night, the entrance of the Hongchen Hotel was still bright and noisy. This enthusiastic scene of sending money made Jian Changsheng and Hongxin 9 dumbfounded... They had never seen such a weird scene!

"What's going on? The directors of the five major consortiums were kidnapped?" Jian Changsheng couldn't figure out what happened inside, and asked in disbelief.

"Damn it... Why are there so many weird things happening today?"

Red Heart 9's eyes fell on the Red Dust Hotel. After a brief hesitation, he waved his hand and said, "Go and have a look."

The two of them walked around the busy main entrance of the hotel, and took advantage of the night to pass through several layers of security arranged by the consortium around the hotel. They quietly came to a window at the edge of the venue and looked inside.

I saw a figure wearing a golden mask, sitting in the middle of the venue, and below him were five directors of the consortium with sweat on their foreheads. Boxes of silver bills were placed next to them, almost stacked to the ceiling.

"The ninety-eighth lot, the gold headband, please bid."

After the words fell, several directors turned to look at their subordinates. Almost every one of them had a confidant who was responsible for recording the auction situation. On the one hand, they calculated how many lots they had obtained, and on the other hand, they estimated how many lots the enemy camp had obtained. Some people even drew a chart of the transaction prices of the ninety-eight lots so far to analyze the best bid range for this transaction...

This is no longer a casual small auction during a dinner. With Chen Ling's promotion, it has become a battleground for the five major financial groups!

"That's it?" Jian Changsheng said suspiciously, "After all this time, they are just auctioning gold? That gold is not big, just that little... at most a few hundred thousand, right?"

Just now, when he saw such a big scene outside, Jian Changsheng thought there was something big going on inside. Now it seems that it is just a casual auction of some small gold? For the five major financial groups, it should not be so serious.

Just as Red Heart 9 was about to say something, Chen Ling slowly took out a piece of paper in the venue and spoke calmly:

"The highest bid this time is 1.7 million."

"How much?!!!"

Jian Changsheng and Red Heart 9 both widened their eyes, almost thinking they had heard wrongly.

"1.7 million?? Buy a gold headband?! Are they crazy?" Jian Changsheng felt that his values ​​had collapsed.

Red Heart 9 also opened his mouth wide and slapped his thigh fiercely, "Damn, this is much faster than robbing money..."

"How did this special envoy do it? What kind of magic potion did he give to the five major financial groups?"

Not long ago, Jian Changsheng and Red Heart 9 were still struggling for a bowl of beef noodles for fifteen yuan. Now, right in front of them, Chen Ling casually took out a piece of paper worth 1.7 million... At this moment, they suddenly realized what the world's disparity was.

They watched helplessly as the special envoy made a fortune in a way they could not understand. When the word "million" echoed in their ears again and again, they could not help but start to swallow their saliva...

Outside the dim window, two clowns' white ash was evenly smeared on their dull faces, inexplicably sad and funny.

When the 109th lot was sold at a price of 2 million, they seemed to have been completely numb, and Chen Ling also announced at this time that there were only five lots left.

As soon as this sentence came out, the eyes of the directors of the five major consortiums suddenly flashed... They knew that it was time to decide who would win this "battle".

At this moment, Chen Ling's eyes became subtle. He was the only one at the scene who clearly knew the existence of the real transaction volume of each consortium.

There are 114 lots in total. Except for the 11 lots he used to hype himself, there are only 103 real lots. The most sold lots are from Beidou Financial Group with 29 lots, followed by Paradise with 28 lots, and then Huadu with 25 lots... As for the whale shark and Dinglu, there are only 16 lots in total, which means they have completely given up the competition.

Chen Ling's eyes swept over Mu Chunsheng, Pang Shan, and Zong Wen in turn. After seeing their ulterior motives, he sneered in his heart.

"Then, the final auction... starts now."