A hotel near the Emperor Auction House.
In the presidential suite on the top floor.
Young Master Long, who had previously appeared in the Emperor Auction House's private room, paced back and forth in the room, his expression flickering.
After about ten minutes, the door of the presidential suite was knocked on from the outside.
Young Master Long said, "Come in."
The door was then slowly pushed open, and the person who entered was Fu Biao, who had been in the private room with Young Master Long.
After entering the room, Fu Biao kept his head bowed low, looking like a primary school student who had made a mistake and was afraid of being scolded by the teacher.
"Where is what I want!"
Since Fu Biao entered, Young Master Long had stopped pacing and had been staring at him.
The tone of his voice at this moment was completely devoid of the politeness he had shown in the private room earlier.
"Yes, yes, I'm sorry, Young Master Long. There was a slight problem."
Fu Biao's forehead was covered in cold sweat, but he dared not wipe it away.
Bang!
Young Master Long kicked the marble coffee table in front of him, making a loud noise.
Then, with a cold expression, he pointed at Fu Biao and said, "Fu Biao! What did you promise me before? You said this time it would be foolproof, and now you're telling me there's a slight problem?"
Young Master Long's full name was Jiang Long, and he came from a family of martial artists.
Compared to the low-key nature of the Qi family, the Jiang family was much more high-profile.
The Jiang family excelled in many industries, thus possessing considerable wealth.
As the third young master of the Jiang family, Jiang Long could have anything he wanted. Everything he desired since childhood was within his easy reach.
However, not long ago, Jiang Long encountered a rival.
The rival family's influence was comparable to that of the Jiang family.
However, while the Jiang family had three sons, the rival was the sole heir of his family.
Therefore, in many contests, Jiang Long always came out on the losing end.
After all, their resources were similar, and the Jiang family had to divide them into three parts, with Jiang Long not even getting one-third.
On the other hand, Jiang Long's rival had exclusive access to all the resources, naturally allowing him to always suppress Jiang Long.
This time, Jiang Long learned by chance that a spiritual artifact might appear at the Emperor Auction House's auction. He immediately had people investigate the matter.
Once the matter was confirmed, Jiang Long began to plan how to obtain the spiritual artifact.
However, he was also well aware that although the spiritual artifact was extremely valuable and he was determined to obtain it, if he appeared in person, his rival would undoubtedly seize this opportunity to strike at him.
In the end, he might even end up with nothing, like drawing water with a bamboo basket.
Therefore, Jiang Long found Fu Biao, who had been working for the Jiang family for a long time.
However, Jiang Long did not tell Fu Biao about the spiritual artifact. He only said that he was interested in an item that would be auctioned at the Emperor Auction House soon.
Fu Biao was also well aware of Jiang Long's rivalry with his opponent. As soon as Jiang Long spoke, Fu Biao understood his intention.
Fu Biao, being an experienced person, had an idea in a flash.
He told Jiang Long that he would arrange for two groups of people to attend the auction together on the day of the event.
When the item Jiang Long was interested in appeared, Fu Biao would inform them via text message. These two groups would pretend to be strangers and act according to the situation to bid for it.
Jiang Long was very satisfied with Fu Biao's plan and agreed to it on the spot.
However, now that the auction was over, and Fu Biao had not delivered the item, Jiang Long was restless and pacing back and forth in the presidential suite.
Hearing Fu Biao say there was a slight problem, Jiang Long became even more furious.
If Fu Biao were not a core member of the Jiang family, Jiang Long would have slapped him by now.
Even so, Jiang Long was extremely agitated.
Knock, knock, knock.
Just as Jiang Long's anger had nowhere to be vented, the door of the presidential suite was knocked on again.
The two people inside looked at the door simultaneously, wondering who was knocking at this hour.
However, the person outside the door continued to knock, unhurriedly, one beat after another.
"Knock on your mom's ass, who's out there!"
Jiang Long, annoyed by the knocking, couldn't help but curse.
However, after he cursed, the knocking didn't stop.
"Damn it, Young Master Long, let me go see who has the guts."
Fu Biao, who had been keeping his head down and daring not to look at Jiang Long, finally found an opportunity.
He strode over and pulled open the door.
Immediately, Fu Biao stood there rigidly at the doorway.
"Fu Biao, who's outside?"
Seeing that Fu Biao had stopped moving after going to the door, Jiang Long felt a little strange.
"Ah Long, your temper is a bit too volatile. What's wrong? Has something happened to make you so unhappy?"
Just as Jiang Long frowned, Fu Biao, who was standing at the door, was pushed aside, and a man dressed very flamboyantly walked in.
This guy was wearing oversized sunglasses, favored by celebrities, a pink slim-fit suit on his upper body, and white pants on his lower body.
This kind of attire, which most people would find unacceptable, would shock anyone who saw it for the first time.
As he spoke, the man, accompanied by two subordinates, entered the presidential suite.
As this guy walked in, Jiang Long's brows furrowed deeply.
"Yuwen Tuo! How did you find this place?"
Looking at his sworn enemy, Yuwen Tuo, Jiang Long was filled with confusion.
Why had this guy suddenly appeared here? How did he know his whereabouts?
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I say Ah Long, is this how you entertain guests? You don't even invite me to sit down, pour me a drink, and instead, you question me in such a fierce tone? Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"
While complaining about Jiang Long, Yuwen Tuo did not act politely at all. He plopped down on the expensive sofa in the presidential suite.
After sitting down, Yuwen Tuo gestured towards the wine cabinet on the wall of the presidential suite.
A presidential suite like the one Jiang Long was staying in cost tens of thousands a day.
The exorbitant price naturally came with different services.
Jiang Long's presidential suite even came with a wine cabinet filled with various fine wines.
Although the wines inside were not free, having a wine cabinet in the room was undoubtedly a luxurious experience.
As Yuwen Tuo gestured, his subordinates immediately understood his intention. They walked to the wine cabinet in a few steps, took out a bottle of wine with English labels, returned to the sofa, and quickly poured Yuwen Tuo a glass of wine.
"You have no tact. This is Ah Long's place. You should at least pour a drink for the host."
Yuwen Tuo picked up the wine glass and gently swirled it.
His subordinate immediately brought another glass and poured one for Jiang Long, who was standing.
"Stop that act in front of me! Yuwen Tuo, what do you want here today?"
If someone else had poured him a drink, Jiang Long might have accepted it. But Yuwen Tuo was his sworn enemy.
For this guy to suddenly barge into his residence, he must have malicious intentions!
Therefore, Jiang Long asked for his intentions again.