Dreaming about the world, embarking on the path of spiritual practice.

Chapter 290 Dark Organization
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As soon as the elevator door opened, two shirtless and muscular men with tattoos appeared in front of Yu Liang.

When they saw Yu Liang, they were stunned for a moment, then their expressions changed, and they shouted angrily in a low voice: "Who are you?"

However, Yu Liang did not answer, but just stared at them. The two were immediately frightened by Yu Liang's gaze and were directly controlled and enslaved.

Yu Liang noticed that the tattoo patterns on their bodies were very special.

One is a sharp-mouthed Garuda, and the other is an angel wearing a crown of branches and leaves.

These two patterns respectively belong to Eastern and Western myths and legends. But not only are they similar in shape, they both open their arms and wings from behind, and hug them from back to front to their chests.

Moreover, they all have a triangle tattooed on their foreheads, with an eye pattern outlined in a simple line in the middle.

This makes the two completely different tattoo designs seem to have a mysterious connection.

"Tell me, what's going on with this Shaohua Club?"

Because they are also doing things according to the tasks of the sponsors behind them.

One of them is Wei Hong and the other is Yin Hao, both senior members of the club.

"Hey, I don't believe it. With my current ability, I can't find the financial backer behind the Little Shaohua Club!"

Their mission is to teach dream control to the people around these targets, but they don't know what the purpose is.

The financial backer behind Shaohua Club really has no connection with Shaohua Club.

Yu Liang lay leisurely on the sofa waiting for news.

Under Yu Liang's control, the two told everything they knew.

Yu Liang directly sent clones to find the people who sent money to Shaohua Club one by one.

Teaching Yu Liang's mother "dream control" is not an exception, she is just one of all targets.

Their club has a list that includes elites from all walks of life.

In the clubhouse.

"I don't know anything about it, so it's quite mysterious!"

As for the financial backers behind this, they don’t know who they are. They only know that a large amount of funds will flow into the club’s account from overseas every once in a while to maintain the club’s operations.

It's as if they are all the financial backers behind the Shaohua Club, but these people come from all over the world and have no connection with each other. It can be said that they don't know each other, so it doesn't look like a secret organization.

Having had the experience of going to the island base city to check the archives before, Yu Liang felt that there must be some kind of connection between these people.

It's just that this method is different from the Internet, phone calls, letters, etc., which leave traces, so only by directly finding these people can we find out the truth from their mouths.

The tasks are also communicated to the club through different channels.

Through the investigation of the channels for remitting funds to the Shaohua Club, it was found that those who remitted money to the club had nothing to do with the club.

The more this happened, the more curious Yu Liang became, which directly aroused his interest. He wanted to see what secrets were hidden behind this?
But just when Yu Liang wanted to continue investigating, he found that the clues had been cut off.

At this moment, his father came to Yu Liang excitedly, holding his mobile phone and happily said to Yu Liang: "Son, I found a way to make money easily!"

Hearing this, Yu Liang looked at his father and smiled, and then said: "Is there any way to make money easily these days?"

Hearing Yu Liang's doubts, his father immediately raised the phone in front of him. Yu Liang looked at the content on the phone screen. It was software from an antique calligraphy and painting auction house.

Dad pointed at the antiques being auctioned above and explained, "Have you seen this antique auction?"

"As long as I place a bid and someone else bids after me, I will get 10% of the bid price!"

After hearing this, Yu Liang immediately understood the routine, smiled and said to his father, "I know what you mean, and I also understand the routine."

"This is equivalent to the auction house's 'trust'. As long as you bid together, you can get 10% of the bid price every time."

“Then what if no one follows the bidding?”

After hearing Yu Liang's question, his father immediately took back his cell phone, straightened his body slightly and said, "If no one follows the bidding, then we can only buy the antique at the quoted price."

“Because of this, the price you want to pay must be chosen well!”

"Ten million, one hundred million, how much is 10%? Just move your fingers and you'll get it!"

"Alas!" Yu Liang sighed softly: "So this is just a psychological game."

"The price of antiques is there, and it is also the bottom line for bidding in everyone's mind. Once the price exceeds this price, you have to bet on whether others dare to continue to follow."

"As a result, the price of antiques goes up, and everyone who plays the game also gains profits, but there must be one person who takes advantage of them and pays for everyone."

"Fifty million, one hundred million, two hundred million..."

Yu Liang reported the antique auction prices he just saw on the phone screen.

"Dad, have you ever thought about what would happen if you became the one who was taken advantage of and paid for everyone?"

"So, don't take advantage of these small advantages."

Listening to Yu Liang's advice, my father said cheerfully: "You also said that the price of antiques is everyone's bottom line. Then I only need to limit the bidding price to the price of antiques. Doesn't this mean that the price of antiques has always been stable? Can you make a profit or lose it?”

After hearing his father's opportunistic words, Yu Liang sat up straight and said with a serious face: "If you think so, do others think so too?"

"Originally, according to the reasoning, in order to make a profit, everyone would increase the price of antiques several times, but the final fact is that the antiques that no one wanted were sold at a low price!"

"Or, among all the bidders, you are the only one who is a real person. Just like the pig-killing plate, I will let you enjoy some sweetness first, and then kill you directly in the end."

After listening to Yu Liang's statement, my father seemed to suddenly calm down. After thinking in silence for a moment, he nodded slightly and said, "I'm just a real person. But although it's not like what you said, but It does happen occasionally at auctions.”

"After all, this is a bit like killing pigs. This auction is just a pig pen raising a group of pigs. Maybe the butcher's knife of the racecourse will fall on your head."

Seeing that his father had regained consciousness, Yu Liang stopped saying anything more, and then asked back: "Dad, logically speaking, you shouldn't have access to this thing. Where did you see it?"

Upon hearing Yu Liang's inquiry, his father replied: "It was your Uncle Zhang who recommended me."

"Uncle Zhang? Which Uncle Zhang?" Yu Liang asked.

"That's the Uncle Zhang who often comes to the store!" Dad replied.

Hearing this, Yu Liang's mind flashed to the male customer who frequented the club with a fat belly and a Mediterranean head.

If it had been before, Yu Liang would have been indifferent, but after what happened to his mother, he couldn't help but be wary.

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(End of this chapter)