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Chapter 617 Bai Yiming Appears (7)

Chapter 617: Chapter 617 Bai Yiming Appears (7)

The location was set, and the invitations for the exhibition were sent out by Zhang Yusheng. This exhibition invited a total of five hundred top-notch elites. The remaining invitations went through internal channels and were distributed.

Thus, even if some people had plenty of money, they lacked the qualifications to attend the exhibition. Some dignitaries who did not receive invitations, unable to feel dissatisfied in time, began to use their connections, hoping to get their hands on an invitation.

Indeed, Jade Spirit, promising longevity, how many could resist such a temptation?

As the exhibition at Yuyuanzhai was just two days away from starting, celebrities from all walks of life flocked to Xuandu, turning the city into a place where throwing a brick would likely hit several hidden tycoons.

While everyone was talking about the magnificent Yuyuanzhai exhibition with soaring enthusiasm, in a villa in Xuandu, a conversation was taking place.

"An Yiqing is going to auction off the Jade Spirit this time, send someone to sneak into the exhibition hall at night and steal it for me," a sharp and hoarse voice rose in the darkness, giving one goosebumps.

"Yes," a man in the darkness nodded vigorously, saying in a low voice.

"Hmm, last time someone went to the An Family to steal the Jade Spirit, that old man Ye Chenghong ruined it. This time, I want to see who else can ruin my plan! Hmph!"

The man in the dark opened his mouth, seemingly hesitant to speak after hearing this.

"What is it, speak!" the sharp voice demanded, filled with warning.

The man shivered and quickly said, "Master, are you certain that the Jade Spirit is the same treasure that was rumored at the Jade Stone Association last time?"

"What do you mean? Could it be that my judgment is flawed?" The hoarse voice became even sharper, piercing through one’s eardrums and scraping at one’s nerves.

The man’s back was instantly soaked with cold sweat. He lowered his head and said respectfully, "No, no, Master’s vision is definitely beyond what we can compare. Master, I will go arrange the manpower now."

The man stole glances at the person seated in front of him with the corner of his eye, not daring to breathe heavily, stepping back cautiously, step by step. He feared that a careless mistake might anger the man and cost him his head.

It was said that several people had already lost their heads over a misstep in their words before him.

That evening, under a clear moon and sparse stars, the exhibition hall of the Xuandu City Museum was empty, save for the occasional light from surveillance cameras piercing the darkness.

Then, a series of crisp footsteps could be heard, indicating the sound of leather shoes hitting the ground.

Tap—Tap—Tap—

The footsteps grew closer to the exhibition hall, and soon after, the heavy door creaked open, a blinding beam of white light shot in from outside.

Following the white light, a tall figure entered the exhibition hall, walking slowly and methodically with small, measured steps.

All of a sudden, another urgent set of footsteps sounded. Before the man could react, a large hand was slapped fiercely onto his shoulder.

"Who? Who’s there?!" The man who had entered first jolted, turned around quickly, and shone his powerful flashlight forward.

In the harsh white light, a pale face appeared before the man. His whites of the eyes were bloodshot, dark circles under them making it unsettling to look at.

At this moment, the owner of the face let out a long, drawn-out sigh.

"It’s just me..."