"Tell me, is this room specially prepared for me or for five-star VIPs?" Li He, who does not drink, asked curiously while holding a glass of sweet and sour drink poured by the commissioner, looking at the crystal lantern above his head.

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The commissioner was stunned for a while. It took him a while to realize the difference between the two words "prepared for..." in this sentence. He smiled flatteringly and said: "Aren't you a five-star VIP? Of course it is prepared for you!"

"Hmm." After taking a sip of his drink, Li He shook his head and said, "You don't understand what I mean. For example, if two five-star VIPs appear at the same time, who is this room for?"

The commissioner thought for a moment this time, as if recalling something: "I remember the teacher said during the training that the auction house has five top-level seats prepared for VIPs, surrounding the entire top floor, and can accommodate five VIPs at the same time. If there are more than five

If famous VIPs come, then the subsequent VIPs need to be demoted and given sufficient and sincere compensation.”

"What kind of compensation?" Li He asked curiously.

The commissioner shook his head: "There are no clear terms. The specific compensation content needs to be determined through actual negotiation between the senior management and the distinguished guests."

"Has anything like this happened before?"

The commissioner shook his head again and said: "The training teacher said that there are fewer five-star VIPs in the energy bank than the leader of the gathering place, and the chance of more than five VIPs appearing at the same time is very slim... In fact, you are the only one I have seen since I started working here.

A five-star VIP.”

"...All right."

Li He took a drink and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window to look at the auction hall below.

He originally thought that these five-star VIPs were the same as the five-stars in the real world. Even if there were fewer, they should be everywhere.

The result seemed to be different from what he imagined.

Five-star VIPs seem to be really rare in this world.

The hall is gradually filling up with people, and the auction is about to begin.

The left and right screens in the room have also changed from meaningless promotional images to their respective responsibilities. The left screen displays the information of the first auction item, and the right screen switches to a four-in-one live shot, with the auction table as the center, front, rear, left and right.

Orientation display.

The lights gradually dimmed, and there were many people sitting in the hall looking forward to it.

As far as the field of vision can be seen, except for the darkness on the third floor where Li He is, you can see that the circular room on the second floor below is lit up in several places. The front screen is one-way frosted, and you can only see the inside from the outside.

The blurred figures under the light make it difficult to see the real faces.

Curious, Li He asked the key account specialist: "Those rooms on the second floor are frosted, so what do the floor-to-ceiling windows in our room look like from the outside?"

The commissioner said with a very silly smile: "Five-star VIPs are of course the top class. From the outside, this floor-to-ceiling window looks like a mirror and it is completely dark. You can't even see if there is anyone inside."

This was the first time that Li He had enjoyed such "unfair" treatment, and there were obvious differences in treatment everywhere.

This superior experience made him feel very happy. Extremely satisfied, he took out a bright blue crystal full of energy, put it into the hand of the commissioner and rewarded it to express his happiness.

Unexpectedly, when the commissioner saw the energy crystal, he felt like he had received a hot coal, and he shivered and knelt down again.

Li He wondered: "Why can't you even collect tips?"

The commissioner lowered his head and held the crystal in his hands and stammered: "Scared...scared me to death...no, there is no reward like this..."

"Then how are rewards usually given?" Li He wanted to laugh a little.

The commissioner stammered: "Well... actually, when you get promoted, you get a very high salary... expensive, VIP rewards... usually just bullets..."

"Just take it if you have nothing to do." Li He said, "Take whatever I give you. I made a joke in the front hall and broke your head. I feel bad about it, so I will make it up to you."

When the commissioner heard this, he became even more frightened and uneasy: "No, no, don't dare! VIP, please, spare your life!" As he said this, he started kowtowing "buzzingly" again. There was a thick white blanket on the ground, and he couldn't make a "bang bang" sound.

Li He found that in this twisted world, no matter what he said, he could easily be misunderstood by others. Li He felt dumbfounded.

He stretched out his hand to pull the person up. When he saw that the other person was still kneeling, he couldn't help but said with a straight face: "Don't kneel down and kowtow all the time. Put your things away and stand still. Don't disturb me watching the auction. If you keep nagging me, I'll get killed by those disciplinary troops."

Got you!"

It's strange, scolding is more effective than persuading.

The commissioner obediently collected the crystals and stood aside, not daring to say more.

The auction table below lights up with eye-catching spotlights.

The auctioneer in a formal dress led his charming and beautiful female assistant onto the stage.

As the auctioneer finished his opening remarks, the assistant presented the first item, and the auction officially began.

The first item was not a hot spot, not even an appetizer. It was just a reminder to all the guests to cheer me up that the auction was about to begin.

So, when the cover was lifted, revealing a dark pistol, Li He sprayed a sip of drink on the glass.

He had just been busy discussing the tipping issue with the specialist and had not paid attention to the auction description on the left screen. At this moment, he suddenly heard the auctioneer's shout and was a little surprised.

"The first item is a Steyr tactical submachine pistol. It is 90% new. It is in good condition and has clear rifling. It is a good item for practical collection. The starting price is 10 yards of bullets, and the minimum increase is 1 yard."

"The bidding begins!"

The beautiful female assistant, wearing white gloves, picked up the Steyr from the glass cabinet and displayed it, with the lights and camera focused on her body.

There were many people sitting in the hall, and it was more like looking at people than looking at guns.

As for what this person looks like, how he is dressed, and how everyone looks at him, we are not allowed to write, not even metaphors, so please come up with your own ideas.

Not long after, someone out of boredom held up a glowing quotation sign.

"No. 2098 Rich Man won the starting bid of 10 yards!" The auctioneer looked very excited. The first lot was not even considered a hot spot. He thought it would fail, but he didn't expect anyone to ask for it. The victory started smoothly.

The beautiful assistant holds a gun in her hands like green onions, turns to the direction of the bidder, and smiles sweetly.

"Is there any other rich person who wants to increase the price? It's the first time for 10 yards."

In the hall seat near the auction table, someone yawned and held up a sign.

"Wow! 11 yards! No. 2001 Rich Man quoted 11 yards!"

The beautiful assistant quickly held the gun and smiled sweetly at him.

It's a pity that the man didn't appreciate it. He hugged the female companion next to him who was wearing a cooler dress, lowered his head and whispered to himself.

Li He suddenly spoke and asked the specialist who was busy cleaning the glass: "This lot uses bullets. What if I only have energy points or crystals?"

While wiping it, the commissioner replied: "If you don't mind, you can settle the bill according to the ratio of 1 point of energy to 1 yard of bullets; but if you mind, five-star VIPs can pay one month after delivery. You can pay after receiving the goods."

Slowly collect bullets within a month, and then settle with the auction house after enough."

Li He nodded in understanding and pressed the green button.

The auctioneer on the auction stage who was shouting enthusiastically suddenly paused.

He looked towards the third floor with a stunned expression.

Looking from the outside, it was originally pitch black except for the three layers of reflectors. A green light suddenly lit up at the bottom somewhere.

After being stunned for three seconds, the auctioneer shouted hysterically like crazy:

"Oh my God!"

"The mysterious rich man No. 301 from the third floor bids 12 yards!"

"The first item in this auction, Steyr tactical submachine pistol, attracted the attention of the mysterious rich man!"

"12 yards! The 12 yards of the mysterious rich man No. 301! Is there any higher?!"

These words made the auctioneer scream heart-breakingly and make various broken sounds.

The beautiful female assistant also opened her mouth in surprise and stared blankly in the direction of the "mysterious rich man".

The exaggerated performance of the two people made No. 2001, who was sitting in the front row of the hall, very unhappy.

Although he ignored the female assistant's sweet smile before because he didn't need it, there are two different things between not needing it and not getting it.

At this moment, the beautiful female assistant on the stage with her small mouth open under the lights was all focused on the mysterious rich man, and she never showed a sweet smile to him again.

Men are all cheap!

Not wanting it yourself and not giving it to others are two different things.

Completely different things!

He turned his head and glanced at the green light on the third floor that turned from bright to dark, snorted coldly, broke away from his female companion, sat up straight, and raised his hand high.

"Is there a higher number of numbers 12 for the mysterious rich man No. 301?" The auctioneer was still shouting, but he saw the hand that almost poked his nostrils.

"Wow! Size 13!"

"Rich man No. 2001 bids again!"

"13 yards! Steyr tactical submachine pistol, 13 yards!"

Li He, who was condescending, raised his eyebrows strangely.

To be honest, he had no intention of arguing with anyone.

I only made a bid because I saw the familiar Steyr, who accompanied me all the way to kill, and wanted to buy it to see if there was any difference between the two before and after the appraisal.

In other words, I want to see if [New Era Steyr] is identified, whether all Steyr tactical submachine pistols of the same model will become [Identified] [New Era Steyr] in my hands.

In the final analysis, this was just a playful experiment on his part.

There isn't much fighting thought in it.
To be continued...