Saving the second male lead: Wouldn’t it be nice to kidnap her and have her as your wife?

Song Xing was stunned and hurriedly pulled Qiu Jue's sleeve: "Why are you involved in this? Are you crazy? Do you have so much money?"

"Medicine King's Book, aren't you curious?" Qiu Jue asked him back.

"It's just a fragment. Even if there are many difficult and complicated diseases in it, I can't read it completely." I didn't expect that it was filmed for me. Song Xing was a little confused: "Besides, it's Chinese medicine, I'm a Western doctor..."

Qiu Jue smiled and patted Song Xing's shoulder gently: "Don't worry, I have my own plans."

The auctioneer was waiting for new bids on the stage. There was some silence in the venue and it seemed that no one was willing to raise the price.

However, just as the auctioneer was about to bring down the hammer, a deep voice suddenly rang out: "400 million."

Everyone looked sideways, looking for the direction where the sound came from. A man in a dark suit standing in the corner held up a sign. His face was not clear, but his temperament was very calm.

This sudden bid caused a stir at the auction site, and many people were surprised by the price. 400 million was too high for such a seemingly ordinary bamboo slip.

Some people below have already started to wonder, does such a high price mean that this item is indeed of good value?

The auctioneer's smile widened, and he immediately announced loudly: "400 million, is there a higher bid?"

In the corner, Qiu Jue smiled slightly and looked through the crowd at the mysterious bidder.

Take back the cards in your hand and stop bidding.

The final word: "Congratulations to No. 23, who won the Medicine King's Book Fragment at a price of 400 million."

Soon the next auction item came out, and everyone's eyes were focused on it.

Qiu Jue pulled Song Xing and quietly left the vicinity.

The two came to the corridor leading to the bathroom and after waiting for a while, they saw a figure approaching from afar.

The figure was holding a square box in his hand. Seeing Qiu Jue and Song Xing waiting for him, he hooked his finger to signal them to follow him.

Song Xing was puzzled, but seeing that Qiu Jue didn't react, he followed Qiu Jue there.

"for you."

The man stuffed the square box in his hand to Qiu Jue and said something concise. Then he pointed at Song Xing with his finger and said nothing.

Qiu Jue nodded, but also didn't say anything.

"...What kind of riddle are you talking about?" Song Xing felt like he was an outsider.

Qiu Jue introduced, "This is Huo Ge."

"Brother Huo?" There are not many people that Qiu Jue can call brother.

"The song of the song." Qiu Jue was helpless. Every time he called this person by this name, it felt like he was taking advantage of him.

Huo Ge nodded, and then left. Left.

"?" Song Xing was confused and couldn't understand this development.

Qiu Jue handed the square box in his hand back to Song Xing and asked him to open it and take a look.

WOC, 400 million?

Song Xing held the Medicine King Classic in his hand, not daring to move his hands. "He... is the one who just bid for the Medicine King Classic? Why did he give it to us?"

"The connection code."

"?"

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Song Xing returned to the banquet hall alone, sat in a corner, and looked unhappy.

The auction has ended and everyone has started to toast again.

Song Xing waved his hand and called the waiter, who took away all the white wine and champagne on the tray in one go. He continued to drink one glass after another.

Representative Zhang, who had just come over, seemed to have discovered that he was drinking to drown his sorrows. He walked over and asked him kindly what was wrong.

Song Xing lowered his head, and his expression could not be seen. When he raised his head and drank another glass, Representative Zhang found that there seemed to be traces of tears on his face.

Representative Zhang stopped him worriedly: "Don't drink anymore, wait for me." After that, he ran to the side, took a can of Coke from the self-service counter and handed it to Song Xing.

"You can drink Coke, but tell me what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

Song Xing silently took the Coke, opened it with one hand, and took a big sip.

Representative Zhang hadn't hidden the joy on his face yet when he heard Song Xing start crying: "I just saw, hiccup, my boyfriend with someone else..."

Song Xing suddenly stopped talking, as if he couldn't accept this fact, and took another sip of the Coke.

He muttered "It tastes wrong" and picked up the wine to drink again.

Representative Zhang was startled and felt a little nauseous for some reason. "Boyfriend? Is that the tall guy next to you just now?"

Song Xing nodded randomly: "He said he wants to find someone rich..."

Representative Zhang smiled awkwardly: "Yes, that's right, this kind of thing is indeed very uncomfortable, but you will definitely encounter better things."

He said this, but he moved his butt a little away from Song Xing and slipped away with an excuse.

So, he didn't see that Song Xing raised his head and glanced at his back out of the corner of his eye, and the slightly long hair covered a small white spot inside his ear.

When passing by Pei Liyuan, Representative Zhang was a little nervous. He gritted his teeth and handed the bag of Chinese medicine in his hand to Pei Liyuan: "This is a little gift from us, Beijing Medicine."

Pei Liyuan nodded, took it, and put it aside.

The people surrounding Pei Liyuan were no longer surprised by this kind of gift.

After all, in such occasions, similar small favors are common, like a common flattery and bribe.

Pei Liyuan was very clear about Jingyao’s intentions.

Song Xing continued to sit in the same position, as if he was drunk, with his head down and his mind dizzy.

Suddenly, I burped, and then I started vomiting like crazy. It was like I had a stomach cramp from drinking too much.

After vomiting, he seemed to be unable to hold on any longer, and his head was nodding. Soon his neck could no longer bear the weight of his head, and he fell onto the chair.

Soon, a waiter discovered Song Xing drunk here and immediately notified Pei Liyuan's secretary.

Soon, several people dressed as waiters came over and asked about the situation.

"Sir, sir, can you hear me?"

Song Xing opened half of his eye dazedly, then closed it again without saying anything.

One of the waiters sighed and said as if to himself: "Then sir, I will take you to the guest room upstairs to rest." Then several waiters carefully lifted Song Xing and supported him to the guest room upstairs.

Song Xing was indeed drunk, his consciousness was a little fuzzy, he could only feel himself being supported to move, everything seemed a little vague and unreal.

He could feel his body shaking uncontrollably, and his steps were not steady enough. Everything around him became blurry, as if he was in a dream.

In room 207, the waiters gently placed Song Xing on the bed, then adjusted his posture to make sure he lay there comfortably.

Song Xing was left lying quietly on the bed. He felt his body gradually getting heavier and his consciousness began to blur. Everything in front of him gradually blurred and finally disappeared into the darkness.

After he lost consciousness, someone quietly came in. A strange waiter brought a cup of warm water and placed it on the bedside, saying in a low voice: "This is warm water. You can drink it anytime if you need it."

The voice was extremely soft, as if afraid that Song Xing would hear it.

Seeing that Song Xing didn't react, he considerately wrote a small note and placed it next to the cup, then quietly left the room.