Rebirth of the first interstellar empress

After that, the two of them seemed to be hooked, and every time one person made a price, the other would increase by [-].

After a few rounds, when the quotation increased to [-] million general points, everyone was numb while their hearts were racing.

Nan Jing said jokingly: "How obsessed is that guy with you, do you think he has taken a fancy to you?"

"Don't make trouble, both sides are confidential." Landis knocked Nan Jing on the head.

Feng Qitong turned a deaf ear and seemed to be indifferent, but in fact he didn't hear what others were saying at all.

Who's there?

Could it be you?

He asked silently, with a slight and slightly smug smile on the corner of his mouth.

Finally, the bidder who always added [-] couldn't take it anymore, and directly turned on the holographic projection, which meant that he exposed his identity to everyone.

A face that was no longer young appeared simultaneously in the holographic projection of the auction house. After seeing it clearly, many people were in awe.

This is the curator of the Imperial Museum of Art, over 200 years old, a well-deserved master, indifferent to fame and fortune all his life, and highly respected.

"Which kid insists on making trouble? This painting is a treasure of the empire, the old man will order it today!"

It's just that the old curator's temper is not very good. Although he is old, he is quite energetic.

There was no response from the other party.

Feng Qitong clenched her fists tightly.

The curator was short of breath, thinking that the brat who didn't know who it was was still thinking about the price, so he planned to educate him.

However, just as he was about to speak, he heard a deep and magnetic voice coming from somewhere on the second floor——

"I don't know if it's Mr. Pei. If I offend you, I will launch the auction."

A trace of surprise flashed in the curator's eyes, obviously he recognized who the owner of that voice was.

"Ha, so it's you kid. If I had known it was you, the old man wouldn't have argued with you."

Whoa!

After arguing for a long time, it turned out that we knew each other.

Except for Nan Jing and Ai Ni, everyone else in the room reacted a little strangely, especially Ke Ke, he felt that the hairs on his back stood on his head and it hurt.

Hanyue was quite calm, but her calmness was a bit too much.

But Landis was puzzled.

Feng Changmo, who has not left Emperor Star to perform missions for many years, why is he here?

Then pretending to casually glance at Feng Qitong, only to find that the latter's face was tense and his body was stiff.

Landis had a slightly different sense of this plane traveler whom Nan Jing called "the scumbag".

It seems that he doesn't care about his husband that much.

What happened in the first place?

Maybe I can look it up when I get back.

Feng Changmo was not emotional, and said plainly: "To me, it's just a plaything, and it doesn't have too much value."

Tsk, you kid just want to raise the price of a plaything, is it stupid to be an old man?

Curator Pei laughed and said: "Then I will accept it disrespectfully, and treat the old man like you."

The portrait in the holographic projection disappeared, and the final decision was made.

The transaction price is 500 million.

Feng Qitong made a lot of money.

However, at this time, the man with ordinary facial features was leaning on the sofa as if he was exhausted, looking down at his hands.

You clearly said that you will carefully collect each of my paintings and not let anyone else get their hands on them.

I didn't intend to sell it at first, but because I knew you were here, I put this painting that took so many years of hard work to auction...

Feng Qitong smiled bitterly, a little self-deprecating, but also a little sad.

Sure enough, one cannot always have illusions, otherwise it will be oneself who will be sad in the end.

But what about this?

If he could be defeated by this little setback, he wouldn't be Feng Qitong.

After a while, Boss Feng got up and went out, waved his hands casually and said: "I'll go out for a while, you can do whatever you want, if I won't come, don't wait for me."

Nan Jing's thoughts of being still on the auction stage were pulled back. He originally planned to have lunch with Boss Feng.

"what are you going to do?"

"When you see an old friend, you always have to say hello. Don't miss me too much, baby."

Blowing a kiss to Nan Jing, Feng Qitong disappeared before everyone's eyes.

Nan Jing rubbed his head, thinking, is this the rhythm of going on a date?

After the auction of the painting was over, Feng Changmo left early.

When he went out, he didn't wear the military uniform that could prove his identity, but the cold aura that he exuded all over his body that could not be ignored made people admire him.

Having been in the top position for a long time, and honed in the military headquarters for many years, Feng Changmo has long been used to being looked up to by others.

A low-key sports car took off unhurriedly. Half a minute later, the driver in the driver's seat found a white sports car chasing after him.

"Marshal, we are being followed."

Feng Changmo did not issue an order immediately, but directly turned on the dark red terminal on his wrist to perform a fixed-point scan of the rear.

After a while, he put away his hands, closed his eyes lightly, and said, "Change the route and go back to the hotel."

At the same time, the driver is also a subordinate who has always followed Feng Changmo. Hearing this, he became somewhat curious about the stalker behind him.

The Marshal originally planned to go to the garrison base of Red Saturn, but changed his route and plan because of the follower.

This is really novel.

You know, as long as it's not a big deal, Marshal Feng will never change his original plan easily, and no one dares to disturb his pace.

Who the hell is that?

Although Feng Changmo doesn't pay much attention to material comforts, he has a special status, and he still lives in the only five-star hotel that is the most upscale and best kept secret in Shacheng.

When we arrived at the parking lot, Feng Changmo ordered before getting out of the car: "Go to the garrison base for inspection on my behalf."

"me?"

The subordinate asked a stupid question, and immediately reacted, scolding himself secretly, saying: "Boss, are you not going?"

Feng Changmo handed over a fire jade in the shape of a phoenix feather representing the Feng family to his subordinates, feeling a little annoyed between his brows.

In fact, he hates dealing with those people the most, flattering and pleasing, or having a strong sense of fear towards him.

Feng Changmo would rather go back and rest than sit with them and have a big meal that made no one feel comfortable.

"It's enough for you to give them face."

The subordinate hurriedly took over the precious and rare fire jade, this thing is not just for looking good, if it is lost, even if it takes his life, he will not be able to make up for it.

Seeing Feng Changmo stepping out of sight with steady and powerful steps, the subordinate pondered for a moment, with some doubts, he murmured to himself: "Could it be that the boss wants to meet the stalker?"

Neither letting him do anything nor making any other statement, and intentionally transferring him away, there is absolutely something wrong with it!

The subordinate was made to feel itchy, especially when he saw a slender young man coming out of the driver's seat after the white sports car landed behind him, he even suppressed his gossiping mentality and didn't let himself open the car door to follow him out.

Very well, a damned group of garrisons, blame you for obstructing labor and management from reading gossip!

The subordinate gritted his teeth and drove the car soaring into the sky, the rear of the car beeped in dissatisfaction.

The specifications of Shacheng Hotel are almost the same as hotels in other places. The higher you go, the higher the quality of the room, the more expensive the price, and the better the confidentiality.

Feng Changmoding's room was on the [-]th floor, the highest floor, where it was easy to overlook, with a wide view, and there were only five sets of suites, which could guarantee absolute quiet and privacy.

After getting out of the elevator, passing through a long corridor is the public hall.

This place is covered with carpets full of local style, with circles of regular patterns printed on it, rough yet delicate, very beautiful.

The people living here are all rich people who came to participate in the Stone Gambling Conference. At this time, they are all in the Galaxy Auction, so there are no idlers waiting.

Feng Changmo didn't go back to the room immediately, but sat on a long fabric sofa in the center, with his back to the corridor, holding the tea brought by the robot in one hand, and looked ahead indifferently.

Light footsteps sounded from behind.

Immediately stop.

"I guess you were waiting for me."

A pleasant, brisk alto voice came from behind, and immediately a pair of warm hands wrapped around Feng Changmo's chest, and the black hair hung down, softly rubbing against his cheek.

Familiar people, familiar feelings.

Feng Changmo put the cup on the delicate coffee table beside him, but he didn't push away the man who came up to him.

"Does it make sense?"

he asked.

Feng Qitong let go of her hand, her handsome brows were full of confidence, and she was not at all flustered and bewildered when she first saw Feng Changmo.

Turning around the sofa, he came to Feng Changmo.

"You are my meaning. I believe that everything I do related to you has great meaning."

Yes, this is the real Feng Qitong.

He only showed his cowardly side when he saw his lover without warning after many years and was hit by a big difference between reality and imagination.

After a day of thinking and adjusting, he has returned to his original state.