Lu Mingfei Returns from Monster Hunting

Chapter 146 The Pauper Caesar

The Maserati pulled over on the side of the road.

Sitting in the car, Angers handed Lu Mingfei the aluminum-packaged cigar.

"Do you remember your identity? You are antique art lovers from China, and have nothing to do with Angers..."

"I'm familiar with it. My name is Finger. I'm an upstart, a local dog. Because I like a girl from the Art Academy, I plan to make some art to cultivate my taste."

Fingel entered the fantasy state earlier than Lu Mingfei.

He hypnotized himself and performed this mission as a local tyrant.

As for Caesar, he is a local tyrant himself, no need to fantasize, everyone knows him.

"Then I will leave it to you. After the weapons are photographed, I will send you to China on my special plane."

Ange put his index finger on his forehead and raised it slightly.

"good luck!"

"Old man, he knows how to be handsome, if he has the ability to kill Fenrir himself..." Fingel muttered as he watched Angers drive away.

"I don't know how to smoke high-end goods like cigars, and I don't know how to smoke. I'll leave it to you."

Lu Mingfei threw the cigar to Caesar, but was pushed back

"You don't need to know how to use it, just hold it in your mouth and inhale it. You are going to participate in the auction, and you need to have a hobby of spending money to reflect your status. This is a top-notch cigar worth five hundred dollars." He said.

"That's really rich." Lu Mingfei was smoking that cigar, as if he was holding a $[-]-a-section German sausage from the college cafeteria.

Fingal sycophants. "If you are not, you are suitable to play this kind of role, which can highlight your unique temperament."

"You mean I'm a bitch and a dog?"

"Who said you are stupid, this is the prestige of a mafia boss!"

Listening to the cross talk between the two, Caesar opened the envelope given to them by Angers.

Inside are the credentials they need to enter the auction.

At the same time, 200 million U.S. dollars will be transferred to the Zurich bank card that Angers prepared for them as mission funds.

After the auction, the rest of the money will be debited from the bank card account.

It can be said that Angers has prepared very well for them.

All they have to do is raise a sign, call out an offer, and take that thing away from the auction.

But what is that, worth the $200 million price tag?

Caesar frowned and looked forward.

Ahead is Pennsylvania Road, a hidden side street in downtown Chicago.

On either side are the soaring gray walls of skyscrapers.

This building was built in the most prosperous era of Chicago. After a long time, the walls have obvious traces of time.

At the end of the road stood a huge square building.

There are no windows on the towering building, only a row of large exhaust fans at the top are slowly turning.

The Municipal Opera of Chicago, the destination of their trip.

It used to be a high-class world where celebrities gathered.

Every night in those days, luxury cars and modern girls gathered here.

Well-mannered gentlemen came here to enjoy the music with their beautiful and bright female companions.

Now it's gone.

Young people go to the cinema or go shopping in the central plaza.

The Opera House belongs to the old party of a previous era.

But today, it seems to have revived.

All kinds of high-end cars are lined up at the door, and the red taillights are flashing.

A steady stream of socialites poured into it in smart tuxedos.

Time seems to go back 60 years...

"Mr. Cesare Gattuso!" The waiter shouted Caesar's name.

With his waist as straight as a gun, the blond young man in black handed over the invitation letter and glanced coldly at the guests.

"Please, Mr. Cesare!" The waiter bowed respectfully to the future owner of the Gattuso family.

However, Mr. Caesar did not enter the scene first, but was waiting for something.

This made all the guests wonder who could befriend this imposing mixed-race young master.

"Next, Mr. Ricardo M.Lu!"

The first thing that came into view was a stout Cohiba cigar.

Then there are casual clothes and sneakers that are so expensive that everyone present can't understand the brand.

They were sure it was the work of some shadowy master suit and shoe maker in England.

Otherwise, he is not worthy of his noble status.

Mr. Lu finally showed his whole body, and the ten-dollar street stall windbreaker fluttered in the wind on his shoulders.

He puffed out his chest and looked down on the crowd, took a deep breath on his cigar...then he coughed violently...

A tall servant-like young man behind his butt immediately stepped forward to pat him on the back.

There was a burst of stunned laughter around.

"Damn! Why didn't you tell me that this cigarette is so difficult to smoke?"

He has never smoked before, so he pretended to be a gangster and split his fork.

"Mine, don't be afraid, if you see anyone laughing, don't worry about them, just follow along, you are the best." Fingel whispered in his ear.

The two are like the empress and maidservant in a court drama, one supporting and the other walking to the waiter coughing.

Finger took out two invitation letters instead of Lu Mingfei.

The waiter held out his hand, acknowledging that they could pass.

After the three entered the dimly lit passage, there were workers in the opera house to guide them.

The smell of perfume in the air is ambiguous.

Glittering modern girls fluttered the silver powder on their shoulders.

Such an illusory environment made Fingel, who was born as a cowboy in Germany, and Lu Mingfei, a Chinese bumpkin, a little dizzy.

Only Caesar was calmer.

For a noble son of a big family like him, these are small scenes.

Suddenly, the eyes of the three were exposed in the open space.

There are golden lights coming from all directions.

The panorama of the opera house floated in front of their eyes.

The surrounding pillars are like the Parthenon Temple in the ancient city of Athens. On the dome-shaped zenith, one giant crystal lamp after another dispels all shadows.

The four walls are painted with battle patterns of Ragnarok.

They found their seats across the green mandala-patterned wool rug.

The surrounding guests also took their seats and greeted each other, as if they all knew each other.

The opera house is not big, but hundreds of seats are packed.

"Tuigui, you are really stylish." Fingel sighed.

Lu Mingfei looked at the clothes and manners of the people around him.

They are basically the rich second generation or the rich first generation, so they wondered.

"It seems that there are no poor people here. We only have 200 million US dollars. Can we really take pictures of what we want?"

"So the principal divided Caesar into our two groups. With him as the mainstay of the economy, let alone one thing, we can buy the auction site." Fingel elbowed Caesar, "You think so? ! Chairman."

"Unfortunately, the previous hearings made the family dissatisfied with me. Recently, the bank cards on hand have been frozen."

Caesar shrugged, and calmly told the news that made Fingel feel like a bolt from the blue.

"I'm a pauper now."

(End of this chapter)