287: Original text: Chapter 287 Infiltrating the Venue 287: Original text: Chapter 287 Infiltrating the Venue Ten minutes later, a distant siren sounded, and Su Qingyu finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Through the car window, she saw several police cars speeding this way.
“Big Brother, the cops are coming.” One of the gangsters, upon seeing the police cars in the distance, got a bit panicked and quickly pulled on the arm of another gang leader.
“Fellows, the cops are here, we better scram.” The gang leader glanced into the distance and quickly instructed, the dozen gangsters lying on the ground groaning also struggled to their feet, and walked towards a small alley with the help of others.
Ailina wanted to intervene and stop these people from escaping, but was stopped by Wu Yu.
“Let’s prioritize protecting Miss Su first.” Wu Yu advised, Su Qingyu was responsible for the negotiations between Tianya and the Wu Family this time, and for Wu Yu, Su Qingyu was his hope, so her safety came first.
alright.” Although Ailina didn’t want to let these gangsters go, Ye Shikai’s order was to protect Su Qingyu and An Lan, so she had to hold back for now.
“What about these gangsters escaping?” Ailina said somewhat begrudgingly.
“Let’s leave that to the police.” Wu Yu sighed lightly, and said.
“Chief Chen, what are the police good for, allowing such situations to arise?” From several police cars, more than a dozen policemen got out.
Wu Yu glanced at their ranks, then walked up to one of the men and burst out scolding.
Wu, I’m really sorry, I’m not sure why there was a fight here.” The man Wu Yu called “Chief Chen” named Chen Gong, a police chief, the commanding officer for this district.
“Hmph, if you can’t handle it, I don’t mind having a chat with your chief of police.” Wu Yu was a bit angry and left a harsh remark before walking away.
“Yes, yes, I’ll start investigating immediately.” Chen Gong also knew Wu Yu’s identity.
In Hong Kong, everyone gave face to the Wu Family.
According to the officers below, there was a gang fight at the street corner, but he hadn’t expected that it would actually stop Wu Yu’s convoy.
Now they had really provoked someone.
Wu, you aren’t hurt, are you?” Su Qingyu and An Lan were relieved to see the police arriving, they then got out of the car.
They noticed Wu Yu’s white shirt was a bit wrinkled, which had happened during the fight.
“I’m fine, I’m really sorry you had to encounter this situation as soon as you arrived.” Wu Yu’s face showed his apology, he was worried that this might cause Su Qingyu to give up on the cooperation.
Wu’s fault, it seems to be my bad luck to encounter such a situation.” Su Qingyu joked to ease the awkward atmosphere, then said to Wu Yu “Mr.
Wu, since the matter is resolved, let’s hurry to the hotel.”
“Alright, Miss Su, rest assured, I will definitely get to the bottom of today’s incident.” Wu Yu’s expression turned from sorrow to joy, then he quickly instructed the bodyguards and drivers to escort Tianya Group’s employees to Hill Hotel, and Su Qingyu also comforted her startled employees in the work group chat on her phone.
Wu Yu always believed that these gangsters were hired by someone to deliberately intercept the convoy.
Worried about potential sabotage, he immediately arranged for over twenty bodyguards from the Wu Family to ensure Su Qingyu’s safety at the hotel, and also booked the entire floor where Su Qingyu and her colleagues were staying.
Yanjing, Zhu Xi Hotel.
This is one of the most luxurious hotels in Yanjing, with high-end facilities.
As night falls, illuminated by glamorous lights and filled with music and dance, this place becomes a hub for high society, hosting various types of banquets and business transactions among corporate tycoons.
Today’s banquet is also very lively, unlike the previous auction dinner which was rather dull.
In the center of the banquet hall, many people are engaged in ballroom dancing, while there is also an auction platform where the atmosphere is more relaxed.
“The auction requires an invitation, do you want me to take you in?” Luo Shiqi said to Ye Shikai from the passenger seat of a luxury car parked outside the hotel.
“No need, you go ahead.
I have my own ways,” Ye Shikai confidently responded.
Luo Shiqi didn’t say anything else, opened the car door, and as she stepped into the venue in her red evening gown, she instantly became the focal point of everyone’s attention.
Ye Shikai privately thought that a beautiful woman with a strong background is preferable, ensuring that even though she was charming, there was no worry of unwanted advances due to her powerful background.
“Miss Luo, delightful to meet you.”
As Luo Shiqi entered the venue, she was immediately surrounded by a crowd of sycophants, scarcely better than those making advances.
Finding a seat, several female bodyguards positioned themselves consciously behind her, radiating a strong presence that matched anyone’s there.
Ye Shikai took out a cigarette, inhaled deeply, flicked the cigarette butt onto the ground, then retrieved the Netherworld King’s Helmet from his Storage Ring and became invisible.
With such a treasure, what need was there for an invitation?
Ye Shikai swaggered into the venue and casually found a corner on the second floor to observe the first floor closely; soon, he spotted someone familiar.
Like Luo Shiqi, as the butler of the Ji Family, Ji Feng too was met with smiles due to the powerful backing he represented.
Surprisingly, Ye Shikai noticed that Ji Yu was there as well, but keeping a low profile, seated in a corner rather than in the center.
After a while, the dinner finally commenced, and a man in a suit took to the auction platform, apparently the host.
“Ladies and gentlemen, good evening, and welcome to this auction night,” the host announced.
As he spoke, all eyes turned towards the auction platform, with the spotlight focusing on him.
“Let me introduce the first item for auction, a Green Glaze Striped Bottle, verified by experts to originate from the Song Dynasty Official Kiln, a rare masterpiece.
The starting price is ten million, with increments of five million,” the host declared, tapping a small hammer as he introduced the porcelain piece.
“Alright, a gentleman has bid ten million.”
“This lady over here has bid fifteen million.”
Ji Tao has directly bid thirty million; any further bids?” At this point, Ji Tao had bid thirty million, sparking murmurs among the crowd, yet no one dared to bid higher, unwilling to offend Ji Feng for a mere porcelain piece.
Luo Shiqi, who had been expressionless since her entry, slightly curved her lips upwards.
“Thirty million, twice,” the host called out loudly, then his gaze fell on Luo Shiqi’s raised arm.
“Miss Luo bids forty million.”