Chapter 162 The Territory of Death

Not long after the yellow finch returned to the room, it received the news from the white wind on Huangquan Island. The auction officially began at 8 p.m.

The days that have been waiting for so long have finally come.

Will the mysterious middle-aged man appear at the auction? This is what the yellow finch is most concerned about, and at the same time, it is also what Zhao Daotu is most concerned about.

Nirvana Rebirth Ghost Axe Box, hum, it's a little funny that there are not many people who know this matter now, and there are very few people who can open the box to verify it in person. It is precisely because of this that the God of Wealth dares to take a risk.

Bai Feng finished his own thing and returned to his room as fast as possible.

Bai Feng opened his laptop at the head of his bed and put the memory card into the card reader. Inside was a video, and Bai Feng quickly clicked it.

The picture of the video is very clear, and it can be seen that it should be shot with a high-definition camera.

The picture is a room, luxuriously decorated, European and American style, generous and concise. Everything in the room has been photographed. The wide hollowed-out large bed, oak furniture, the edge of the big bed, sitting on a woman in a cherry blossom floral dress. She tied a ponytail, her hands in front of her, and her eyes God was a little anxious and looked ahead without blinking.

Bai Feng's tears suddenly gushed out. How could he not know this woman? This is his wife Ma Ying. Ma Ying looked ahead. Not far from her eyes, there was a black and white piano. In front of the piano sat an eight- or nine-year-old boy with short hair, wearing a small white suit. He was familiar. Practice tapping the keyboard on the piano.

Sometimes melodious, sometimes excited. Although the little boy is young, the songs played have to be amazing.

Bai Feng knows that Ma Ying has always attached great importance to the education of her child. However, she also educates according to her child's strengths. It can be seen that this child is born to play the piano.

Bai Feng was a little crazy. He foolishly listened to the sound from the video.

Suddenly, the picture turned sharply. After a short black screen, a person appeared again on the picture. This person, with white hair, was not the kind of old man. Although he was a little old, he was full of energy, deep blue eyes, eagle hook nose, and a gloomy smile on his face.

Bai Feng knows this person, but he has never met him.

He is the current top leader of the Death Territory of the most mysterious underground auction house in the United States. Good Green, known as Old Green, is 60 years old this year. He is a mysterious guy.

The territory of Death has always been very low-key, but since Goodgreen, the old guy took over, it has risen rapidly and is booming. Three years ago, the territory of Death auctioned a staff of the elders of Egypt, which caused a sensation all over the world. It was from when did Bai Feng and the God of Wealth began to pay attention. This mysterious competitor has started.

If the Huangquan ghost still has enemies now, it is definitely the current territory of death.

It is rumored that Goodgreen, an old man, has six sons, each of whom is young and capable. It is precisely because of these reserve forces that Goodgreen is fearless. Over the years, the power of the Death Territory has continued to grow, and due to the open national conditions of the United States, the underground auction house of the Death Territory has gradually surfaced. Gradually, it will grow in the sun.

At this critical juncture, Goodgreen, an old man, naturally doesn't want to let Huangquan ghosts take advantage of it. He will even defeat Huangquan ghosts in one fell swoop. You know, China is an ancient country with more than 5,000 years of civilization. Compared with China, the history of the United States is simply ants and big. The difference between elephants, so, Huangquan ghosts have unique advantages. China's underground cultural relics are well stored. If Huangquan ghosts are fired this time, the territory of death will probably not be able to compete with the strength of Huangquan ghosts.

It turns out that all the conspiracy came from this old man.

Bai Feng was completely angry.

He clenched his fist tightly, but he knew that it didn't help. His wife and children were talking to each other. If they wanted them to live, they had to obey the instructions obediently. That is to say, he had no choice, and betraying the God of Wealth was a certainty.

Goodgreen seemed to know that when Bai Feng saw this video, he would definitely look at him fiercely.

He suddenly smiled and then opened his mouth to speak. This guy turned out to be extremely fluent in Chinese. Perhaps in the bones of this old man, he has always had the ambition to open up the Chinese market, and then turned all the rare treasures in China into a stepping stone for him to become rich and famous.

"Hello, Bai Feng, it's a pleasure to meet you. Although I guess you may know me, I still need to introduce it to you. My name is Good Green, an American, running an auction industry. My company is called Death Territory. I don't think you are familiar with this, hehe..."

Goodgreen, an old man, smiled with such conceit.

Bai Feng's eyes were about to protrude, but he was still restrained and restrained.

Goodgreen said again, "Bai Feng, since you have seen this video, you must have met my people. I'm sorry to ask your wife and children to come to my house without your consent. I'm really sorry, but don't worry, I'm very hospitable, especially to my friends. Friends' family, Bai Feng, let's be friends!"

Bai Feng's teeth rattled, this old thing, vicious and shameless...

Goodgreen smiled again, lit a thick cigar and smoked it. Suddenly, he was disgusted to cover the picture of the whole video, and it took more than ten seconds to become clear again.

"Bai Feng, I know you very well. Your character, your background, especially your ability. To be honest, I really appreciate it. Bai Feng. Now, as the highest leader of the Death Territory, I invite you to join the Territory of Death. Let's create a miracle of Sino-Western cooperation together. Bai Feng, you are a hug. Negative people, who follow the God of Wealth, will only bury your talent. In the past few years, Huangquan ghosts have been acting secretly on Huangquan Island. They always think it's seamless, but I still know that I want to destroy it, but then I gave up this idea. Destroy? Why should I destroy it? Isn't it good to ask the God of Wealth to help me build a Chinese death territory? Isn't that right, Bai Feng?"

Bai Feng's mood is very heavy. It seems that Goodgreen's old man's plan is not a day or two.

"Bai Feng, there is an old saying in China that those who know the current affairs are handsome, follow the God of Wealth, you work, follow me, you still work, Bai Feng, I can guarantee that I will definitely make the Death Territory the world's first auction house. At that time, Huangquan Island will become Death Island, and its decision is still yours. In your hand, Bai Feng, people, make a good choice. Follow me, and you will be as popular all over the world as the territory of Death. Bai Feng, the territory of Death has opened its arms to you. What is your choice? I'm looking forward to it." Goodgreen said that he was a little excited and excited. In the video, his blue right eye kept jumping.

The video has been played.

Goodgreen, this old man, has achieved the extreme.

Bai Feng sat weakly on the edge of the bed, his wife, children, and his loyalty, where to go, and how to choose.

Bai Feng wiped his eyes, and he suddenly stood up straight. In his life, he always had to make extremely difficult choices, and this time, he had to make a difficult choice here.

Bai Feng changed his clothes for himself. No one is more familiar with everything on Huangquan Island than him. Even the God of Wealth can't do it. At this time, without Bai Feng, I'm afraid the auction can't be carried out normally. And Goodgreen, an old thing, took the most straightforward one because of this. Measures.

Bai Feng stood in front of the mirror and gave himself a bright smile, but he always felt that no matter how he laughed, he always smiled bitterly. Maybe after today, he will always bear the charge of a seller seeking glory.

The God of Wealth sat in front of his computer. Half an hour later, he received an email from Heifeng.

Immediately, the phone rang.

"Boss, I have sent the email. Have you received it?" Black wind's phone.

The God of Wealth nodded, "I have received it and I'm looking at it."

"Boss, can you tell me what happened?" Heifeng was very nervous, because he hadn't seen the God of Wealth frown in front of him for a long time.

The God of Wealth smiled and said, "It's okay. Do your thing. When it's time to discuss with you, you can't leave."

"Then I'll be busy."

"Go ahead!"

The God of Wealth hung up the phone, slowly lit a cigarette, and opened the email sent by Heifeng.

This email is calculated by Heifeng, which is all the information about the 203 American householders transported from Haitian City by Heifeng this time.

Of course, the identity of the household registration can be faked, so Heifeng made a note in the email, and then locked the key on everyone's face. Fortunately, this is not a big data.

The God of Wealth opened the photo.

This time, there were 26 people with European and American faces, including eight women and 18 men. The God of Wealth first opened the women's folder and looked at them one by one. From beginning to end, none of them could resonate with him instantly.

These photos are not official ID photos, but were taken by automatic high-definition cameras in front of the gate of Haitian City. The details are mainly locked on the face.

The God of Wealth turned off the female folder, and then showed the photos of eighteen men.

These 18 European and American men are only two or three old men, most of whom are young men of age, between the ages of 20 and 30.

White, black, yellow hair, black hair, blue eyes, black eyes, each photo is taken very clearly.

The first one, excluded.

The second one, excluded,

The ninth... is still excluded.

When the God of Wealth put his eyes on the fourteenth photo, his hand holding the mouse did not move.

This is a tall young man from Europe and the United States. He is about 1.9 meters tall and thin, but there is absolutely amazing explosive power in his body. He has white hair, wearing a black short-sleeved T-shirt, jeans and sneakers. He smiled. The moment he walked into Haitian City, the smile on his face was It was fixed, and the God of Wealth enlarged the photo. At this time, he clearly saw that the young man's right eye was slightly closed, which should have been taken by him in the blink of an eye.

The God of Wealth leaned against the chair and narrowed his eyes. Suddenly, he suddenly opened his eyes and snorted coldly, "Old Gude bastard, you really want to play tricks with me. Okay, this time, we will fight well. I don't believe it. In my territory, can you still win?"