Chapter 57 Auction House

Pennsylvania Road is a small road hidden in the downtown area, flanked by tall gray walls of skyscrapers.

The sunlight is completely blocked by high-rise buildings, and there is a hint of coolness on this slender street.

At the end of the road stands a huge square building. There are no windows on the tall walls, only a row of large exhaust fans near the top slowly rotating.

Chicago Civic Opera.

This was once a place where celebrities gathered. 60 years ago, luxury cars and modern girls gathered here every night. Courteous gentlemen came here with their young female companions to enjoy elegant music. The waiters loudly recited the greetings of distinguished guests.

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It's a pity that it has declined now. Young people prefer to go to movie theaters or shopping malls for dates. The opera house has become the glory of the previous era.

But today it woke up again, with a blurry and flashy warm light shining on the golden red carpet of the gate. Luxury cars parked at the door, with red taillights flashing in sequence.

Men wearing black tuxedos or night dresses stepped out of the car, their hair was smeared with thick and shiny pomade, and the smiles on their lips were high and proud.

After getting out of the car, the men slightly adjusted their meticulous formal attire, turned around and took hold of the slender hands wearing white velvet gloves that stretched out from the car, and gently pulled out the modern girl wrapped in mink and veiled, wearing high heels.

It made a crisp sound when it fell to the ground.

The figures of men and women walking arm in arm towards the opera house formed the golden age of Chicago in 1950.

But soon, another group of luxurious cars arrived, but the people getting off the cars made the opera a little commotion.

The people who got off the bus were all handsome young men and women with blond hair and blue eyes. Their perfect figures in suits and leather shoes revealed a more time-honored sense of luxury and elegance.

In their eyes, those graceful and luxurious men and women who seemed to have returned to the golden age did not seem to exist at all, only the magnificent and shining opera house not far away.

They ignored the middle-aged men who came to greet them with smiles on their faces. They took their girls or male companions with them, showed the waiters their gilded black invitations, and then walked into the door of the opera house.

In contrast, Lu Mingfei, who was wearing a black windbreaker, looked a little out of place and looked more like a bodyguard.

He refused to wear those big-name suits that were inconvenient for movement, nor did he want to smoke those meaningless cigars.

After asking the Lincoln driver who brought him here to keep the box containing the weapons, Lu Mingfei showed the fiery red invitation and followed the flow of people into the opera hall.

The air was filled with the smell of various different perfumes, and at the end of the fiber-optically dim corridor was a door thick enough for two cars to walk side by side.

Two waiters stood on both sides, opening the door for the distinguished guests, revealing the huge and spacious space behind it.

Four gorgeous dark red columns are like the ruins of the Parthenon in the Acropolis of Athens. They stand towering in the four directions of this huge space. On the dome-shaped ceiling, one after another giant crystal chandeliers illuminate each room.

Every corner was dyed with a layer of golden color.

The dome and the four walls are painted with war myths from the Nordic Ragnarok, praising and describing the great achievements of the gods. The floor is covered with a green mandala-patterned wool carpet, and a scarlet curtain is hung on the stage to block the view, as if it is ready to be staged.

A masterful opera.

Nearly a thousand seats occupy more than half of the opera house, and each red velvet seat has a seat number marked with a brass nameplate.

The orderly people held invitations and quickly found their seats and sat down. For a while, the entire opera house was packed.

Lu Mingfei kept scanning the opera house back and forth, not admiring the decorative style inside the opera house, but observing the overall terrain to find the best position to control the scene.

This is one of the instincts of the Astartes, and they will be ready to fight no matter where they are.

However, Lu Mingfei didn't notice Angre sitting on the first floor, nor did he see those arrogant men and women.

I guess I was sitting in the VIP private room on the second floor.

"Why didn't you give me a communication headset? It was the same at the hospital. There was no teamwork at all."

Lu Mingfei was a little dissatisfied.

…

"I remember an interesting story. When a famous general and his wife were wandering on the street, they suddenly pointed to a coffee shop and said that this place was very good."

"My wife was very surprised. Her husband had always been a man who only knew how to fight and not know how to be romantic. How could he suddenly become so romantic? So she asked her husband what was so good about this cafe."

"Her husband said that if I set up a few machine guns in this cafe, I could control the whole neighborhood."

"This is what the little angel looks like now."

Wearing a burgundy dress with a light golden veil, Mai Sutoku stood in one of the VIP rooms on the second floor, overlooking the scenes in the theater below.

The sound of the potato chip girl chewing potato chips could be heard in the headset.

"It's unlikely that a fight will break out here. A bunch of young masters from European and American mixed-race families are here, and Angers is also here."

Mai Shutoku said.

"Indeed, that handsome old man's 'Time Zero' is the machine gun that controls the entire theater."

"Then we are just here to give money to the little angel to calm things down?"

"Maybe we can just go through the motions this time."

"Then the VIP private room that I spent a lot of money to take pictures for you wasn't a waste of money? Anyway, it will look the same if you hang it on the roof."

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All the guests had already taken their seats, and as the crystal chandeliers above their heads were extinguished one by one, the voices of the guests' conversations also became low.

In the end, only two spotlights were left shining on the scarlet curtain of the stage. Their eyes and attention were also focused on the scarlet curtain, and their faces were filled with excitement and anticipation.

A man in a black tuxedo opened the curtain and came out, standing on the stage with a microphone in his hand, and said with a smile:

"Ladies and gentlemen, good evening, everyone. Sotheby's Directional Auction House's 2007 Abrahamic Cultural Journey auction will start in ten minutes. Please hold your number plate. Your number plate will be the only one in this auction.

With your identity certificate, all transaction fees will be withdrawn from the bank account reserved for your number plate.”

"Please don't miss the things you like, because every thing we will bid for next is unique." The auctioneer paused and said:

"Then now...please close your eyes."

Lu Mingfei was startled, what kind of trick is this?

The guests sitting next to him closed their eyes and lowered their heads slightly, feeling an inexplicable emotion brewing.

"Please open your eyes!"

the auctioneer said again.

Everyone opened their eyes at the same moment, and it was as if the lights were brightly lit again in the opera house.

But what lights up this place is no longer the crystal chandelier, but hundreds of pairs of golden eyes.

"boring……"

Lu Mingfei made his own evaluation of this, holding his own "88" sign.

He doesn't like this number very much either.

Next, you just need to wait for the parchment book to be delivered, and then buy it by bidding yourself.

Ten minutes passed quickly, and with the hammer of the redwood hammer in the auctioneer's hand, the auction officially began.
Chapter completed!