Chapter 490

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"Mr. Song, let's leave for a walk first. You and Sister Qingmei don't have to wait for me."

Thinking that Xuehu's identity is not suitable to be revealed, Song Xuan is not convenient to be around, so Yang Zimei turned to Song Xuandao.

"OK."

Song Xuan glanced at her and Xuehu, and didn't ask any further questions.

When Yang Zimei and Xuehu walked out of the auction hall together, a lot of flashing lights flashed towards them, and many had long been waiting to report the big news of this sky-high auction.

Yang Zimei and Xuehu were soon surrounded by many reporters with long guns and short guns, asking long and short.

An impatient frost appeared on Xuehu's face.

He didn't like so much trouble, and he didn't want to be exposed in front of others.

Fame, wealth, and flamboyance are no longer attractive to him, except for Yang Zimei.

His hand was slightly raised, and Yang Zi's eyebrows flashed, and before those people reacted, they left quickly.

These reporters looked around in amazement and found that none of the ghosts had been seen, so they had to start looking at the photos they had just taken with suspicion.

They were surprised to find that all the photos involving Yang Zimei and Xuehu were overexposed, and they couldn't see the figures at all.

In addition, Yang Zimei greeted Huo Wenhua in advance and asked him to help control the media, not to expose any news about her and Xuehu.

Therefore, this time, the most surprising auction in history, there is no detailed report by any media, not even the ancient sword such as the auction master Mo Xie, but it has been passed down by word of mouth, and the more it spreads. Xuan, finally blowing Xuehu and Yang Zimei into immortals.

Although Yang Zimei and Xuehu fled, those reporters did not let Song Xuan and Lin Qingmei go.

Yang Zimei is Song Xuan's disciple, and she should be the one who knows her best.

But Song Xuan laughed and didn't talk about all the questions, which added to Yang Zimei's mystery.

If it wasn't for the pressure from the boss, saying that they were not allowed to track anything about Yang Zimei, they would go to City A and find out everything about Yang Zimei.

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"Master, the cadre Mo Xie was taken away, what should I do?"

By the breezy Jingjiang River, the man in the black suit who was bidding with Xuehu was anxiously calling to ask.

"It's okay, Qingyun, you just need to give me their details. Sooner or later, I will get them." The voice over the phone was cold and gloomy, covered with frost.

"It's all because of Qingyun's incompetence." Qingyun blamed himself.

"Ten billion, we can't even get it out of bankruptcy, and you don't have to blame yourself. Now, what we have to fight is not financial resources, but ability. We will see if they have the ability to subdue the demon swords like Gan Jiang Mo Xie, hum. , when the time comes, I will ask them to post another 10 billion to me, and we will take the sword away, haha..."

There was a gloomy smug smile on the phone.

Qingyun's back was slightly cold, and he hurriedly said: "Master is wise!"

"It's alright, immediately collect their information and give it to me, and in ten days, I'll go back!"

"Yes, Master."

Qingyun hung up the phone and drove to Li Tangyi's house.

"Qingyun, you didn't buy that cadre Mo Xiepai?" Li Tangyi asked suspiciously, looking at his empty hands.

Qingyun explained what happened today.

"It seems that that couple is very unusual!" Li Tangyi began to make divinations, but the result was a mess. His vitality was severely damaged again, he vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, and was unable to get out of bed for a week.

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