Hong Kong Island, a luxury five-star hotel.

Located in the top floor suite.

In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, a tall and sharp foreign blonde man was holding a glass of red wine, shaking his wine glass gently, staring at the bustling night view of Hong Kong Island outside the window, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Hey, Cruise, how much do you think we can make with this ticket?"

On the sofa next to him, he was also leaning against a strong man with a thick beard, eating a hamburger with big mouthfuls, and even asked a question.

Around this man, there is an M3 submachine gun with a magazine capacity of 30 bullets, a range of 200 meters, a small body, and easy to carry. It is one of the weapons often chosen by many professional killers.

Obviously, these two men have different origins.

The blonde man known as Cruise turned around and glanced at the muscular strong man who was eating burgers with a big mouthful, frowned, and said, "Renault, I have told you more than once that you can eat less junk food like burgers. Is the money you earn only enough for you to eat this thing?"

"Hehe, that's not, but you also know that the two things I like most are burgers and women. It's impossible to let me give up burgers."

As he said that, Renault took another big bite of the burger, and a look of satisfaction appeared on his unshaven face.

Cruise shook his head helplessly, too lazy to continue to get involved with him on this issue. He pondered for a moment, and the corner of his mouth slightly raised, saying, "If nothing unexpected happens, we can at least earn this number this time."

After saying that, he raised one hand.

"Fifty million?"

Renault was slightly surprised.

"Idiot, it's 500 million!"

Cruise gave Renault a angrily glance, and his heart was speechless. Why did he perform a mission with such an ignorant guy? This was simply an insult to him.

"Five hundred million?

Why are there so many?"

Reynolds was suddenly surprised and thought that they just bought a broken painting to sell it. They thought that it would be enough to make 50 million yuan, but they didn't expect that the price Cruise expected was ten times higher than he thought.

That painting is so valuable?

"Forget it, I don't understand if I tell you. Go and eat your trash."

Cruise was too lazy to talk nonsense to Renault, turned around and looked out the window, with a hint of impatient look flashing across his face.

After succeeding in the Kowloon Picture, he immediately checked the origin of this painting. This Kowloon Picture has a history of thousands of years and is known as the highest-level painting among all Chinese painters. It is a priceless treasure.

The 500 million Chinese currency is already a very conservative price. If a wealthy person who is interested in this painting appears, the price will still rise.

"Haha, I heard that Cao Jin, the head of the Cao family in Hong Kong, is very interested in antiques. I think he should like this painting."

Cruise murmured.

After coming to Hong Kong Island, he had already inquired about it. At that time, Cao Jin, the head of the Cao family, would probably participate in the auction, but the Cao family's financial resources were nothing to them.

They can naturally take this opportunity to make a big profit.

"Cruise, do we really want to sell this painting?"

Renault suddenly asked, after all, they had worked a lot of effort to get it, and it seemed a bit too bad to sell it like this.

"Haha, I never said I would sell this painting."

Cruise shook his head gently.

Renault was slightly stunned, swallowed the remaining burger, swallowed the saliva, and asked, "Cruise, what do you mean?

Didn’t you say you planned to sell the painting at the auction? Why didn’t you sell it again?”

Cruise glanced at Renault, raised the corners of his mouth and explained, "I do want to sell the paintings at the auction, but we can still grab them back."

Renault's expression changed and he suddenly realized that Cruise was trying to do this wishful thinking.

"Hehe, Cruise, I can't tell that you are so sinister, I like it."

Renault laughed.

"Get out, I'm not interested in men, especially fat guys like you."

Cruise glanced at Renault in anger and said, "This painting is so valuable, of course I don't want to sell it directly. My plan is that after others buy this painting, we will snatch the painting back, then leave Hong Kong Island, and then go to other places for auction. Hehe, by that time, we will be completely developed."

"Haha, what a good idea. Then I'll probably have to eat burgers for the rest of my life from now on."

Renault's face was full of excitement.

"What a thing I didn't pursue!"

Cruise snorted coldly, shook his head, and a look of expectation flashed in his eyes.

"Haha, stupid Chinese people, I'm afraid you would never have dreamed that this auction is just a scam..."... A day passed quickly.

The next afternoon, outside a large auction house on Hong Kong Island.

As time goes by, the atmosphere outside the auction hall becomes more and more lively. Valuable luxury cars come from all directions and park in the parking lot. Most of the people sitting in the car are famous people in Hong Kong Island or other areas, and their value has reached at least hundreds of millions of dollars.

Because the qualification for entering the auction today is that personal assets reach 100 million Huaxia coins, otherwise, they are not qualified to enter the auction hall at all.

The reason why so many people came to the auction today is because they received news in advance that a priceless ancient painting of Jiulong in China will appear at the auction.

Kowloon Pictures are very famous in the antique world. Anyone who has studied antiques knows that the existence of Kowloon Pictures can be regarded as one of the highest-level antiques. They naturally want to come and see the true appearance.

"I don't know if the news this time is true or false. I heard that this Kowloon Picture was stolen a year ago. How could it suddenly appear at the auction?"

"This is not clear, but logically speaking, the authenticity of the items will be identified in advance at the auction. Since the news has been released, it is still credible."

"Hey, don't think so much, just come and have a look. I guess the one who can buy the Jiulong Tu in the end is the head of the Cao family, Cao Jin."

"..." Everyone was talking, and when they mentioned the name "Cao Jin", a look of fear flashed across their faces.

After all, the Cao family is one of the top families in Hong Kong, and Cao Jin, as the head of the Cao family, is even more powerful, so they naturally dare not offend easily.

Moreover, with the financial resources of the Cao family, it is not difficult for Cao Jin to buy this Nine Dragons Picture.

While everyone was talking, a black Bentley slowly drove over and finally stopped at the door of the auction house.

Bentley had just stopped, and several bodyguards in suits rushed over, opened the car door respectfully, and shouted in unison: "Welcome to the head of the Cao family!"

"Here is the head of the Cao family coming?"

Hearing this title, a look of surprise flashed across the faces of many guests around him, and his eyes were cast. Then he saw a middle-aged man in formal clothes walking down from Bentley, with extraordinary momentum, and it was the head of the Cao family, Cao Jin.

On the other side of the car, Cao Lin also got out of the car quickly and followed Cao Jin to the auction hall.

Cao Jin walked in the front and felt the awe-inspiring look that everyone around him casted in awe. His expression was calm and unmoved at all.

Of course he understood that in the eyes of countless people, his identity was like a mountain, bringing them great oppression.

This is the ruler! After Cao Jin and others entered the auction hall, the rest of the people hurriedly walked inside. After all, there was only less than half an hour left before the auction officially began, so they naturally could not miss this good opportunity.

Soon, a Mercedes-Benz arrived at the entrance of the auction house.

The car door opened, and two figures of a man and a woman walked down.

It was Chen Bufan and Xiaoqian who arrived on Hong Kong Island yesterday.

As usual, Chen Bufan was wearing casual casual outfits and looked very low-key.

Xiaoqian was wearing a black tight leather jacket, showing her slender and graceful figure to the fullest. Her face looked calm, and walking beside Chen Bufan gave people the feeling of a cold-blooded female bodyguard.

This is completely different from the image she acted coquettishly towards Chen Bufan in the hotel room yesterday.

Originally, according to Chen Bufan's usual style of doing things, he could just stop a taxi on the street.

But because he was stuck outside when he was in Yanjing last time when he was in a taxi to attend the launch of Shu Ruxuan's new drama, Chen Bufan also had a good memory. He knew that he still needed some identity when entering and leaving such occasions. Taking a taxi would only bring unnecessary trouble to himself.

So this time, Chen Bufan specially asked Xie Yunfeng to prepare a special car for him. Although it was just a Mercedes-Benz, it was better than a taxi at least.

Sure enough, when the welcome guests at the door saw Chen Bufan and the others getting off the Mercedes-Benz, they raised their eyebrows lightly, but they didn't care too much.

After all, many people like to be low-key these days. They have also met some big shots with a net worth of 10 billion yuan, and they are coming over in a car worth hundreds of thousands. Who knows if the young man in front of them is also a stealth rich second generation?

"Let's go."

Chen Bufan looked at Xiaoqian beside him, and the latter immediately understood and walked over to take Chen Bufan's arm and walked towards the hall together.

"Two, please wait a moment."

Seeing this, the welcome guest suddenly shouted.

Chen Bufan raised his eyebrows and said, "Is there anything wrong?"

"Two, sorry, today's auction is quite special. According to regulations, people with a net worth of 100 million Chinese coins are eligible to enter, so we need to review your asset status, please understand."

Welcoming guests seemed quite polite.

"Okay."

Chen Bufan nodded and did not ask much. When he was traveling abroad, he had participated in many such occasions. He understood that in order to eliminate those who were taking advantage of the situation, some places would conduct asset assessments on guests.

The theme of this auction today is to auction the Kowloon Picture, and the Kowloon Picture is worth a lot of money. If the net worth does not reach 100 million Chinese coins, it will indeed not even have the qualification to enter.

Chen Bufan glanced at the welcome guest in front of him, then took out his Royal English black gold card from his pocket and handed it over.
Chapter completed!