Chapter 31 (2/2)

LAN Enron's heart tightened. Did they find it?

She soon calmed down and slowly took off her mask with her slender fingers, revealing a delicate face.

The security guard took the camera and scanned LAN Enron's face carefully. The five seconds passed very long. LAN Enron's heart beat continuously, but there was no flaw in his face.

”Please come in, sir!”

The two security guards made a gesture of invitation and opened the door for LAN Enron.

LAN Enron breathed a sigh of relief and strode in.

After entering, she found that the legendary Liuxiang Pavilion deserved its reputation. It seemed to be a small room, but in fact it was very large.

At the bottom is the auction stand, which is actually a small pavilion. The audience hall below is developing in a step-by-step manner, and there is a box at the top. It is the most distinguished guest, that is, the guest of vvvvlp, who is qualified to enter the box.

LAN Enron's identity is a middle class. Her position is neither high nor low. She happens to be under the box. She can see it clearly. In fact, it doesn't matter where she does. The most important thing is to get what she wants.

Except that the people in the box pulled up the curtain, she couldn't see clearly. She remembered almost everything else. Everyone here is a famous brand tycoon. The more people go up, the more rich they are. Even the most poor have a bag supporting scene of more than 100000, which is not too bad.

Before the auction, she observed everyone here and roughly remembered their image characteristics. This is her habit. She likes to remember details everywhere. She thinks it will be helpful to her in the future.

Suddenly, her eyes locked and smiled. She didn't expect to meet several students here. It was really not easy. She looked around and made sure there was no danger, so she sat down slowly,

Everyone in the box upstairs could see LAN Enron's every move clearly.

”Lord Rong, why are you so focused?”

Mo San whispered aside.

”Who is the man with a cap downstairs?”

Mo Jinrong slowly opened his mouth and said in a cold voice.

Mo San took out the roster, looked at the list of locations and said.

”He is Zhao Lei, the son of the upstart Zhao Gang in Chengdu. Zhao Gang is uncomfortable today. He can't come to the auction and let his son replace him. What's the matter? Is there anything wrong?”

Mo San asked.

Mo Jinrong didn't answer. He just stared at the people in front of him. He always felt that his back was familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.