Dragon Clan: Dragon Slayer Wizard, professional dragon slayer

Chapter 49 Auction

Long Kui walked through the dim corridor and slowly descended from the white marble escalator with ancient carvings.

The surrounding white jade sky pillars are like the ruins of the Parthenon in the Acropolis of Athens, setting off the gorgeous crystal chandeliers one after another on the dome.

The bottom of the stairs is both the exit and the entrance. A thick red curtain blocks the door that is five people wide, and the floor is covered with a green mandala-patterned wool carpet.

The waiters standing on both sides saw all kinds of elegant people walking in. They couldn't help but pick up the pure gold cane in their hands and part the curtains, revealing the wide and majestic space behind.

As soon as Long Kui walked into the space, he looked at the brass nameplates on the backs of the rows of red suede seats in front of him, and found his own seat number within a moment.

The next second, the surrounding guests took their seats one after another. They all seemed to know each other and exchanged simple greetings.

Long Kui was the only one who sat alone in his own seat "66". He glanced at the stage with the scarlet curtain hanging in front of him, then lowered his head, pulled down the magic hat above, and closed his eyes to rest.

The crystal chandeliers on top of the dome illuminated every inch of the corner below in a golden color. Everyone's face was polite, showing their innate grace and elegance.

"Has the auction started yet?" Long Kui heard the lazy voice of the potato chip owner, along with the sound of unpacking potato chips.

Long Kui raised his head with a calm expression, opened his eyes, and was about to answer.

Suddenly, the chandeliers that were still emitting luxurious light were extinguished one after another. The waiters in white rang bells in the middle of the aisle, and the conversations among the guests gradually became lower.

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

He did not speak, holding a baton in his hand. After bowing respectfully to the distinguished guests in front of him, he turned around, closed his eyes facing the curtain behind him, and slowly began to move in the air.

Bursts of melodious music slowly sounded from behind the curtain, and everyone couldn't help but stop exchanging words. They all looked quietly ahead at the scarlet curtain that had not yet been opened.

At first it was just the sound of harp, and then cello, violin, piano, bassoon... When the sound of all the instruments gradually blended into a better sound, the curtain as rich as blood suddenly opened, and a complete symphony orchestra appeared. In front of everyone!

"This music is...Swan Lake?" Although Long Kui came to this world not long ago, he still had some exposure to some well-known music.

Listening to the gentle and beautiful music in their ears, the "gentlemen" present seemed to see a group of elegant white swans turning into pure girls dancing on the sparkling lake under the moonlight.

The entire opera house fell completely silent, and everyone was immersed in this world-famous Russian song, substituting into the tragic emotion of "Swan Lake".

After a while, the sound of the horns slowly faded away, indicating that this elegant and generous performance gradually came to an end...

"In a famous opera house in the United States, playing this music that was played on the TV for a day when the Soviet Union collapsed, or as the opening song of a luxury and popular auction, are all Americans so full of black humor?" Long. Kui leaned on the soft cushions behind him, a sarcastic smile appearing on his lips.

The rare silence from the potato chip boss came through the earbuds. After a moment, she whispered:
"It is said that some swans will never neigh for the rest of their lives, but when they are about to die, they will choose to burn their lives and sing loudly."

After Long Kui heard these words, he couldn't help but be startled. A golden red molten flame flashed through his heart like a heat wave.

After a moment, he came back to his senses and spoke softly in surprise:
"Do big capitalists have such an artistic side?" "Tch!" Su Enxi, who was wearing earplugs, returned to her usual homely side: "My collection of antique calligraphy and paintings can fill an entire apartment. Isn't it natural to have a sense of literature and art?"

"...Indeed." Long Kui was immediately choked by the other party's words.

There is nothing wrong with that. Using money full of the smell of copper to create a sense of literature and art is also a sense of literature and art.

Just as the two were making jokes, the performance of "Swan Lake" finally reached the finale. Piano, violin, French horn, trombone, and various percussion drums sounded in unison. The conductor in a black tuxedo on the stage waved up and down like a dancer, his face Showing impassioned emotion.

Every time his arms cut through the air, they pushed the bright light on this artistic crown to its peak!
……

The music slowly fell from the peak. Three seconds later, all the guests applauded in unison, and everyone's face showed a look of satisfaction after appreciating top-notch music.

We all consider ourselves to be well-educated people, so naturally we don’t mind taking the time to listen to the live performance of this world-famous song in this impetuous era.

Long Kui was naturally among the group of people applauding. Although he was not interested in the music, he still had to behave appropriately.

Don't forget, only those with a minimum cash flow of 200 million US dollars can participate in this auction. Long Kui must behave like a person of this level and not let others see his poor nature.

After more than a minute of applause, the entire orchestra stood up and saluted everyone in front, and within a minute everything was clear.

It was as if it had never been played at all.

After a while, a man in a black formal suit who looked like a host slowly walked to the stage, with a professional etiquette smile on his face and a clear voice:

"Welcome all distinguished guests to participate in the Sobeys Oriental 2007 Summer Chicago Cultural Tour Auction. I am the auctioneer this time. Please hold your number plate and don't miss what you like, because next we are going to Every item you bid on is... unique."

After that, his pupils under the white mask slowly scanned every guest present, and said softly:

"It's dark, please close your eyes."

Long Kui was sitting below, originally with the mentality of watching a show, but the other party's words immediately stunned him.

How come there is an eye-closing procedure when participating in an auction? What kind of play is this?

The next second, all the guests around him closed their eyes and lowered their heads slightly.

"It's dawn, please open your eyes!"

As the auctioneer's high-pitched words rang out, everyone opened their eyes at this moment. In an instant, the entire dim opera hall was suddenly brightly lit, but what illuminated the place was not the extravagant crystal chandelier above, but... hundreds of pairs Golden pupils!
Only Long Kui sat silently among these "open flames", looking out of place.

The next second, a lion's greedy flames flashed in his brown eyes when he saw his prey, and the blood in his body boiled with desire!

(End of this chapter)