Psychic is the source of happiness, and Yu Zhen thinks this sentence is definitely a lie.

Willie played in the elevator for two hours, but he felt no joy at all, so he didn't want to go out for a meal.

"If you don't go out, don't go out. I'll give some tips for the hotel waiter to buy it for us."

“Is there no takeout here?”

Wei Cheng looked at Qiu Yun with a naive look: "What do you think this is?"

"I really don't even have takeout?" Qiu Yun shook her head, "Village Chief, you said that this place is not poor at all, but you can't even eat takeout."

"When is the takeaway linked to wealth?" Yu Zhen said, "Besides, most of the people who eat takeaway are poor, and the rich have the time and energy to eat in the restaurant."

Qiu Yun:...You made sense, but I couldn't refute it.

"Today is too stuffy, and the weather forecast says it will be heavy rainstorms at night and tomorrow."

"It's raining well, it's cool... It's not right," Qiu Yun reacted at this time, "Aren't Africa very drought? Are they all deserts? Why does it rain heavily?"

Wei Cheng: "...I'll go find the waiter."

Yu Zhen: "...I'll go take a shower."

Seeing the strange eyes of the two, Qiu Yun knew that she had made a common sense mistake and couldn't help but blush.

It wouldn't be so embarrassing if I had known it.

...

The next day, another very boring day.

After finally staying up until seven o'clock in the evening, Wei Cheng knocked on Yu Zhen's door with three invitations.

"It's almost time, go in and eat something first."

The three of them arrived at the top floor of the hotel.

Today's hotel has been blocked by a large number of security guards, especially on the top floor, where there are more than a dozen armed security guards guarding the elevator door.

At the entrance of the hall, there were also real guns and ammunition everywhere. Yu Zhen counted a little, but there were more than seventy of them that could be seen with his eyes.

It is worthy of being Roman. Being rich means doing whatever you want.

The huge synagogue occupied half of the floor, and many guests were already present.

This is a cocktail auction, with tables and chairs placed under the booth. In addition to the buffet food, waiters in white dressed with various alcoholic drinks kept shuttled between the luxuriously dressed guests.

Yu Zhen found that there were quite a few people with black hair and black eyes in the venue, but because everyone speaks English, it is difficult to tell which country they are from.

In order to take care of the tastes of the guests, the buffet made by the hotel today is pretty good, with local specialty foods, Western and Chinese foods.

Yu Zhen picked up some food casually and waited for the auction to begin.

Unexpectedly, before I finished the food on the plate, I felt an angry look.

He looked up and saw that Mr. Willie was a little bad-looking.

However, his seemingly inflamed vision was not mainly aimed at him, but looking closely at Wei Cheng beside him.

"Why did you mess with others?"

"Who?" Wei Cheng couldn't help laughing when he saw it was Willy, "It turned out to be him. It's nothing. Didn't I sell 300,000 bottles of wine this time? In fact, I snatched those three customers from him."

No wonder no wonder.

Cutting off people's wealth is like killing parents.

The order worth more than 20 million US dollars was stolen, and it would be strange that Mr. Willy would not hate Wei Cheng to death.

However, this guy doesn't look clever and puts joy, anger, sorrow and happiness on his face. I guess he is used to being arrogant in Africa.

"Beware that he is causing trouble for you."

"Am I afraid of him?" Wei Cheng smiled disdainfully, "Don't look at him grinning. This guy is actually a useless second-generation master. If he hadn't been running an oil business and had too much to do with the interests of the locals, I would not only steal his order this time."

Yu Zhen smiled and thought to himself that you are not a second-generation master yet, do you have the nerve to talk about others?

"But safety comes first, you should hire a few bodyguards."

"I have it, but I brought it from China," said Wei Cheng. "But I am not like these people. I show off when I have two bodyguards. My bodyguards usually hide in the dark."

Yu Zhen felt relieved after hearing what he said.

Not long after, all the guests who should arrive arrived and the auction officially began.

Hundreds of wealthy people gathered together, so it was impossible for this auction to only auction a few wooden boards, so it started with some works of art.

Yu Zhen had no interest in these things, but those wooden boards had not appeared in his perception range, so he could only continue to wait patiently.

"Everyone, next is a small art from China."

A black wooden comb suddenly appeared on the large screen behind the booth.

Yu Zhen didn't read much before. If he hadn't heard the word "Huaxia", he wouldn't even bother to look up and read it.

But when he saw Mu Shu, he felt a strange feeling in his heart.

The wooden comb looks very old and has no luster on the surface. It has several teeth lost, like an old woman with teeth missing.

The weirdest thing is not its shape, but Yu Zhen actually feels like a vu.

But he could touch his soul and swear that even before he was born, he had never used a wooden comb at home, and he had never seen it at his grandmother's house.

This is strange.

When the spiritual energy was released, Yu Zhen was even more stunned when he sensed the wooden comb.

Because there is actually spiritual energy in this wooden comb.

Although it was just a trace and almost impossible to detect, it was indeed spiritual energy.

"Wei Cheng, buy this comb."

"Ah? Why are you buying this thing?"

"You just buy it."

"Okay," Wei Cheng raised the sign in his hand, "Five hundred thousand!"

Yu Zhen:...

Qiu Yun:...

Everyone looked over.

Nothing else, just because of Wei Cheng's bid... is a bit outrageous.

After all, it is not a comb used by celebrities, but it is a relatively old age and it was from the Ming Dynasty in China.

It is indeed not easy to save until now, so the minimum price is only 8,000 US dollars.

It is estimated that if you can sell for 20,000 yuan, the owner will have to laugh from ear to ear.

But unexpectedly, after only two bids, someone paid $500,000 in one breath!

"You..." Yu Zhen was also shocked by his bid, "It's not your money, you don't feel sorry at all, right?"

"What does this have to do with money?" Wei Cheng said, "This is called strategy, my dad taught me. If you want to get something, you have to let others see your determination and strength at a glance!

"Hehe, look at it. No one will grab it at our price."

Yu Zhen:...I would rather someone rob it!

If he buys such a broken comb, he will not lose money if he wants to buy a trashed comb?

But just when Wei Cheng thought he was successful, a man sitting in the back corner gently raised the sign.

"Five hundred thousand! Is there anyone more than 510 thousand?"

"I'm going, there's such a high price, but someone dares to snatch it from me?" Wei Cheng couldn't believe it, "Are these people now crazy?"

He was about to raise the sign, but Yu Zhen held it down.

After finally someone took over, you raise it up again and I will break your hand.

"No."

"Why?"

"It's just a small thing, there's no need." Yu Zhen said, "You can buy it cheaply, but it's boring if it's expensive."

Wei Cheng put down the sign with some reluctance, and his first bid in his life failed like this.

Finally, the wooden comb was taken away by the man just now.

But a few minutes later, a waiter walked up to him with a plate: "This is a gift that a gentleman asked me to hand over to you."

Yu Zhen took out the white cloth towel and saw that it was the wooden comb just now.

Moreover, the trace of spiritual energy in the comb is still there.

What's the situation?

He spent so much money to snatch it from them, but gave it to him?
To be continued...