EBE Chapter 1403 Finding a Husband Who's a Wife-Slave: This is a Treasure Hunt!
Chapter 1403 Finding a Husband Who's a Wife-Slave: This is a Treasure Hunt!
Huo Jiali now fully understands Xiao Dao and knows that her fiancé is an extreme person. He's incredibly kind to his own people, but if he encounters scum like Meng Zigui or Ding Xie, he'll definitely tear them to pieces.
Huo Jiali pressed down on the knife and said in a low voice.
"Honey, bear with it. We'll deal with them after the auction."
The moment he called out "husband," Xiao Dao's bones went weak and his muscles went numb. His face turned red, and he nodded.
"Zhu Youzai has already arranged for a whole police station's worth of officers to be waiting outside. Tonight is your show."
Seeing the two flirting, Meng Zigui was consumed by jealousy. He wasn't entirely brainless; his brain was formed by 90% excrement and 10% instinct.
He instinctively felt that the person sitting in the number one seat was definitely not someone to mess with, but he didn't think they were richer than him. Meng Zigui chuckled.
Huo Ting'en said with a frown.
"If you can't laugh, then don't laugh. I think you look much better with a straight face than with a smile."
Meng Zigui still shamelessly continued.
"My lovely darling..."
Xiao Dao said coldly.
“If you keep calling my wife that, I guarantee you’ll never get out of bed.”
Meng Zigui was so intimidated by this aura that he took two steps back and shouted, his voice filled with bravado but his heart was filled with fear.
"Huo Jiali, this is just a gigolo. He stole an invitation from somewhere and came here to impersonate a tycoon. Now I'll give you a chance. If you spend the night with me, I'll give you HK$100,000..."
Seeing that Xiao Dao's face was getting uglier and uglier, Huo Jiali hurriedly yelled at Meng Zigui.
"Get out of the way! Auctioneer, are we still going to hold this auction? If not, we're leaving."
The auctioneer was enjoying the spectacle when he looked down at the wealthy people sitting below. Their faces were all grim. Although these people were not as rich as the Meng family, many of them did not depend on the Meng family for their livelihood. The reason they came to participate in the charity auction was to take this opportunity to make some more wealthy friends.
But seeing this person recklessly provoking others, clearly not taking everyone here seriously, how many rich people don't have a temper?
The auctioneer quickly pulled Meng Zigui aside.
"Young Master, you mustn't cause trouble. The people sitting in the first seat are government officials or their family members. If you have something to do, you must miss today. If you cause trouble, even the chairman won't be able to handle it."
Meng Zigui snorted.
"Do you think your young master is easily intimidated? Is there anything in Hong Kong that your young master can't handle?"
The auctioneer was so anxious he was stamping his feet. He knew he couldn't reason with this young master whose head was full of shit. The auctioneer was also a very experienced middle-aged man. His eyes lit up and an idea came to him. He leaned close to Meng Zigui's ear and whispered something.
"Young master, that's not how you pursue a girl. She's either after your looks or your money,"
Meng Zigui looked at Huo Jiali, then considered his own situation, and said somewhat dejectedly.
"It's all about the money, let's get straight to the point,"
"If you're after money, it's easy. There will be an auction later. If number one bids, you bid higher than him. When the girl sees how extravagant you are with money, she will naturally know how to choose."
Meng Zigui was overjoyed upon hearing this, as throwing money at people was his greatest hobby.
The auctioneer, seeing that he had finally convinced the fool, breathed a sigh of relief and quickly invited Meng Zigui to sit down.
It's called a charity auction, but everyone knows that less than one-tenth of the proceeds actually go to charity; the rest goes into the auction house's pocket.
The auctioneer returned to the stage and said with a smile.
"Ladies and gentlemen, there are twelve items in total for this auction."
With a wave of his hand, a dozen waitresses came over with small booklets, placing one in front of each number. Xiao Dao flipped through a couple of pages, showing no interest in the jewelry on them. Any piece of jewelry he could take out from his home was a hundred times better than these.
He yawned and handed the auction brochure to Huo Jiali, who smiled and accepted it.
Xiao Dao said in a low voice.
"Take pictures of whatever you like, don't worry about the money. But these pieces of jewelry are nowhere near as good as the ones I left you at home,"
At this moment, a disciple dressed in black bowed and came between Xiao Dao and Huo Jiali, and whispered something.
"Master, mistress, Lao Liu just spotted the woman surnamed Qu and that Japanese soldier having a secret conversation. Their target is lot number three..."
Huo Jiali turned to the third chapter of the booklet and frowned as she spoke.
"Saigon Pier, according to the brochure, this pier is almost abandoned. What's the point of them taking pictures of it?"
The apprentice said in a low voice.
"Old Liu said that the two gangs controlled by the Qu family should increase the import of flour, and then the Japanese cargo ships would transport the goods to the open sea, and then small boats would transport them back to Saigon Port."
Huo Jiali nodded.
"okay, I get it."
The apprentice bowed and quickly walked out, a scene that didn't attract much attention.
Huo Jiali moved closer to the knife.
"Honey, what should we do?"
Xiao Dao thought for a moment and then said.
"How about we take a picture of it?"
Huo Jiali shook her head slightly.
"What I mean is, let's raise the price, let the Japanese and the Qu family win the bid for the dock, and then hand this situation over to the intelligence department so they can follow up and give them a good beating, making the Japanese bleed a lot."
Xiao Dao grinned silently. Only now did he understand why Da Bao insisted he marry Huo Jiali. Firstly, he genuinely liked Huo Jiali; secondly, Huo Jiali was an exceptionally talented person, the kind of person who should be brought into the Qin family.
Xiao Dao said softly.
"Honey, from now on, we'll do whatever you say."
From the moment Huo Jiali stepped into the villa, she had been pleasantly surprised, but now the surprise was even greater. In her impression, all men were chauvinistic, and even her father, a calculating and timid man, could put on airs in front of her mother.
She never expected that a man as decisive and ruthless as Xiaodao would be such a devoted husband. She had truly struck gold.
Turning to the last page of the booklet, the highlight of the auction was the three-dragon, two-phoenix crown worn by Empress Xiaojing of the Ming Dynasty, which was inlaid with ninety-five gemstones and three thousand four hundred and twenty-six pearls.
These are artifacts unearthed from the Dingling Mausoleum in 1957. They were originally housed in the Palace Museum. I wonder which dutiful son or grandson sold such precious antiques.
Huo Jiali was immediately captivated by the booklet; she practically pressed her face against it, drooling as she read. Xiao Dao quickly pulled her down to sit, then snatched the booklet away.
"Honey, go ahead and take the pictures later. We'll pay whatever it costs."