On this day, in front of the Abu Dhabi Opera House seemed to have become the most glorious moment since the completion of this theater.

The black Lincoln sedan slowly stopped in front of the opera house. Its old-fashioned and imposing attracted the waiter's attention, and he ran down the steps quickly.

The car door slowly opened, wearing a white one-piece dress, living a graceful and graceful body, with long golden hair tied up, and a round-edged hat with a certain light purple color.

The white gauze is dotted with fine and round pearls. The other party’s milky complexion contrasts with the white gauze. The bright red lips are like strawberry jam embellished on the milky cream cake.

Clauli regretted that he had chosen such a middle-aged uncle's body, so why didn't he choose a handsome and burly model at the beginning?

Yelena is an elite agent of the Russian KGB. She is also tall and more than ten centimeters taller than the body occupied by Clauli.

If the other party wears high heels, it will be thirteen or fourteen centimeters taller.

The woman in front of her was taller than Yelena, and behind her was a housekeeper with gray temples and straight waists, like a figure.

When the four people stood together, Clauli became the most conspicuous short man.

"Mr. Pinoyev, Yelena mentioned you to me on the phone." The lady in front of her spoke softly.

Pinoyev is the pseudonym used by Clauli to occupy this body. At least everyone in the world knows that there is a hateful devil named Clauli.

If he continued to use his original name, he would be tied to the stolen rack by the angry crowd.

"This is 'Hinaman Beowulf', the heir to the Russian Beowulf group and is known as the Russian energy princess." Yelena introduced the identity of the lady in front of her to Clauli.

The Beowulf family is a huge family group that makes double profits in the two industries of oil, natural gas, and non-ferrous metals.

To be precise, the word "popular" is to describe the financial industry field occupied by the Beowulf family.

While Beowulf Group serves as the parent company, it also has more than 70 subsidiaries in different industries.

The family's overall value has reached 40 billion US dollars, but the members of the family are quite thin. Apart from Hatanman's grandfather and parents, there is only one brother and one sister among her brothers and sisters of the same generation.

The entire Beowulf family now has only six people.

If family property is distributed evenly, it will be equivalent to the value of each person as high as US$7.5 billion.

The terrible oligarchical economy gave Haman a certain voice in both the money and power sectors of Russia, and the Beowulf family firmly remembered the final outcome of the seven Russian oligarchs.

I would rather work with the government and serve them than join forces with the other oligarchs again in an attempt to control the terrible machine of the regime.

Hatanman was very curious about Clauli's identity. She was not familiar with the name Pinoyev in her impression. When she heard this name for the first time, it felt like the name of a puppet in a puppet show.

However, Hatanman is not too obsessed with the other party's identity. Some illegal businessmen who have dirty tricks and dirty economy will especially hide their own identity.

This kind of person has a wide connection and influence in the dark world of the world. People from big families have always preferred to make friends with such people than to offend them.

Hatanman shook hands gently and Clauli, and she said clearly, "Thank you for the opportunity to meet us."

Clauli's mouth raised awkwardly, and this meeting was definitely not arranged by the Holy Lord.

Yelena quipped, “When did you start to believe in the Holy Lord?”

“When the miracle began to show, my grandmother was a devout Xinguang scholar, whose teachings were not as rigid as Saint Edan and Saint Bishop.

So my brother and sister and I had a pretty good childhood, without the harsh and complicated etiquette.

But after my grandmother passed away five years ago, our family basically never prayed at the dining table.

This has always made me feel guilty...and having faith is also a good thing, do you think Mr. Pinoev?"

Clauli smiled bitterly, "God loves everyone and treats them equally."

Hatanman smiled and said, "It's so good. I have never done anything bad. I just hope that I can be accepted by angels and ascend to heaven after death. This is just a little bit of my luxury."

Yelena resisted her inner complaints and made extravagant demands for the Holy Lord. This is a major crime in religion. Even the scriptures mentioned that everything the Holy Lord gave you should be grateful.

But when the Holy Lord does not give it to you, and he does not allow extravagance, it is the original sin of desire.

It is obvious that the beauty in front of her is just afraid of going to hell after death.

Nothing to feel guilty and regaining faith is all excuses.

They followed the waiter through the dimly lit passage, and the perfume smell floated away from the ground in the air. This is a place where women dressed conservatively, which could arouse men's speculation about the illusions under the layers of cloth clothes, which could greatly arouse their male creatures' desire to guess.

This luxurious and illusory environment makes people feel a little dizzy, and the front lights up.

Everyone was suddenly exposed to the open space, as if there was golden light from all directions.

The panoramic view of the Opera House is presented before your eyes, and the glitz is overwhelming.

The surrounding sky-high pillars are like the ruins of the Parthenon in the Acropolis of Athens, but are painted in a gorgeous dark red.

On the dome-shaped ceiling, giant crystal chandeliers dispel all the shadows. The lights reflect the golden dome and the four walls are painted with Ragnarok wars. The green mandala-patterned wool carpet, the red suede seat number is marked with brass nameplate, and the scarlet curtain is hung on the stage. It seems that the opening cloth will show the works of some ancient Greek tragic masters.

A gorgeous and luxurious place like this is enough, just a glance is enough.

If you have to stare at it carefully, you will feel that your eyes are not enough and you don’t know where to look.

It is hard to imagine that this place is built on the ground of the opera house, with a vast area, but there are very few places left for guests to sit.

And not rows of orderly act, each seat is a distance away.

It is necessary to ensure that every guest will not be disturbed by strangers around him. Even if you want to make friends, you can wait until the auction is over.

There will be high-end dinners that guests will voluntarily attend.

Secondly, we must ensure that all guests can see the auction table and enjoy the specially created scenery around.

Clauli and others found their place and they got together.

All of these chairs are high-end leather chairs.

There is something to the remote control in the handrail. In such an open hall, people can no longer be asked to shout prices.

The lights went out one after another, and in the end only the giant chandelier in the center of the dome was still on.

The performance was about to begin, and the waiter in white passed by the aisle and rang the bells, and the guests' conversations were low.

The curtain shook, and the man in a black tuxedo walked out.

It is an illegal auction on the black market, but it seems so unique, it is just a big fanfare to be on the surface.

However, this may also be because buyers who want to participate in the auction can bid for what they want with confidence.

The organizers of this place are like creating a special aura to tell them that no one dares to come and ask for trouble, just buy with peace of mind here.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the auction will begin in five minutes. I am the auctioneer this time. Please hold the bidder in your hands.

Don't miss the things you like, because each of the things we will bid for next is unique." The auctioneer paused, and then shouted loudly, "May the true God's light shine forever."

Amid the applause of the participants, Crowley almost choked and coughed out by saliva.

Fortunately, people around me didn't notice that they were illegally reselling religious relics, but they still wanted the Holy Lord to bless you. What do you think? Everyone is too broad-minded.

Or do people here hold a kind of thing that they buy with money and get it based on their own strength? This mentality is similar to a pathological one?

Looking at Hanaman next to him, he looked completely arrogant and arrogant, "I am not short of money, but I am strong."

Clauli tried his best to show his steady and arrogant attitude.

The theme is the auction of religious antiques, so all the auctions that appeared in the entire event are related to religion.

The recent storms have made the value of religious cultural relics soar.

In a blink of an eye, the seventh auction has arrived.

However, the first six items are related to Muyi Cult, and Clauli has not seen any of them yet

"St. It's the dress of Saint Hidan, Saint Jacksu." The auctioneer, with a mellow voice, wanted to tell the extraordinaryness of this antiquity.

Saint Jacksu was a saint of the Saint Hidan religion. He was enfeoffed in the early twelfth century, and Jacksu had passed away for more than two thousand years.

This dress is specially worn by the believers during worship.

In ancient times, there was no concept of so-called regular costumes.

When the auction house presents the saint's dress, it is like a broken white veil, and only the outline of the robe can be seen.

Clauli glanced at it, without any interest, and there was no fluctuation of holy power on the dress.

It is so ordinary that it is not a sacred object at all. The devil is very sensitive in this regard.

In order to arouse the interest of the people, the auctioneer did his best to indicate that the holy robe originated from a tomb built on a cliff in Ethiopia.

Crowley whispered disdainfully, "This thing is not a holy thing, and it is useless to buy it back. Is it good-looking?"

Yelena looked at the oligarch princess next to her and asked, "Hinaman, are you interested?"

The latter shook his head.

Clauli agreed with this woman's insight. Those who can do this must be fools when they spend money to buy such a thing.

In the end, the Saints' dress was sold for $117 million.

Crowley's mouth opened wide and did not close for a long time. On the huge monitor on the auctioneer just now, the bidding numbers were faster than the second hand beating.

The mentality of everyone spending a lot of money and not caring like a pebbles thrown into a lake is beyond Clauli's imagination of humanity.

According to the inheritance that the devil has received from the memories of his father's demons, humans have always regarded wealth as life. What's the point of fighting for this torn garment that has been more than two thousand years ago?

Yelena whispered to Clauli, “A such a holy object can transform any church into a top church.

The saints' dress will attract many believers to pilgrimage."
To be continued...