Pengcheng is a city to the west of Lianhai City. Its area is larger than Lianhai City. It is a relatively famous old industrial city in the country with convenient transportation and good mineral resources.
A place like this is more likely to breed local tyrants.
Of course, Pengcheng is now in some decline, and its development speed has dropped significantly.
However, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and compared to Lianhai City next door, it is still very powerful.
"Those guys in Pengcheng are the most unruly. We don't have to tell them any rules when we go there this time!" Huang Zongliang seemed to have a bad impression of some people in Pengcheng.
"I just want to find Zhou Qing. Everything else has nothing to do with me." Lu Fan remained unmoved.
It was about 200 kilometers from Baiyun Township to downtown Pengcheng, but he did not choose to take the highway.
"Why don't you take the highway?" Huang Zongliang asked doubtfully.
"Because I don't have a driver's license and I'm afraid of being investigated." Lu Fan answered seriously.
Huang Zongliang glanced at the odometer, which showed a speed of one hundred and eighty miles per hour.
Well, you are awesome. You don’t have a driver’s license, but you still dare to drive 180 on the national highway!
He grabbed the armrest next to him hard and did not dare to speak anymore.
In other words, it was a good thing that the car was good and had good safety features, otherwise he would have asked to get out of the car.
In less than two hours, they drove to Pengcheng.
Huang Zongliang contacted a friend on the road, who was said to be a very capable person in Pengcheng, to help them give directions.
After all, they were unfamiliar with the place and didn't know how to find it when they got here.
Lu Fan drove the car to the courtyard of the Crowne Plaza Hotel in Pengcheng, where Huang Zongliang and his friend had arranged to meet.
After getting off the car, Huang Zongliang waved to a young man in his twenties: "Xiao Liu, here."
Xiao Liu seemed to be a college student, and when he saw Huang Zongliang, he ran over.
"Brother Liang, you arrived so quickly. I just arrived and you arrived."
"Stop talking nonsense, have you found out what I asked you to inquire about?" Huang Zongliang was not very polite to him.
"Brother Liang doesn't even look at who I am, how can such a trivial thing defeat me!" Xiao Liu said proudly, but soon he found that Huang Zongliang's face seemed a bit ugly, and he immediately became serious.
"I asked my friends. There is only one charity auction in Pengcheng. It is held once a week. The location is in this hotel. It is said that the organizer is Mr. Hong!"
When he said the last sentence, he looked around warily and lowered his voice a lot.
"Young Master Hong? Hong Yu?" Huang Zongliang also frowned.
"Yes, that's him!" Xiao Liu nodded.
Huang Zongliang's expression became ugly.
"Who is this Hong Yu?" Lu Fan asked.
"That's me from Pengcheng, but this person is better at it than me!" Huang Zongliang whispered.
Lu Fan understood that Hong Yu was the number one son of Pengcheng.
And unlike Huang Zongliang, who has been studying abroad, Hong Yu probably spends most of his time in Pengcheng, and has greater local influence and energy.
"It doesn't matter, we just want to find Zhou Qing, other things have nothing to do with us." Lu Fan said lightly.
He was only looking for donations to find clues about Zhou Qing. If Zhou Qing's disappearance had nothing to do with Hong Yu, he certainly wouldn't go looking for trouble with Hong Yu.
But if Zhou Qing's disappearance is related to Hong Yu, then this guy will be out of luck.
Let alone the number one son of Pengcheng, even the number one son of Northern Jiangsu Province or the number one son of China would be of little use.
The so-called young master is equivalent to trash in Lu Fan's heart.
"Okay." Huang Zongliang said that he understood what Lu Fan meant, and then asked Xiao Liu, "We want to go to the charity auction now. Do you have any ideas?"
"No problem." Xiao Liu said cheerfully, "I know a lot of people in Pengcheng, so it is very easy to enter this auction. I just want to ask you one thing, that is, if you want to deal with Hong Yu, Qian Don't deal with him at the auction, I still want to hang out in Pengcheng in the future."
After all, he brought these two people in, and he also knew that Huang Zongliang's status was equal to that of Hong Yu. Even if he fell out with Hong Yu at the auction, it would not matter.
But he can’t!
Huang Zongliang can leave if he offends Hong Yu, but he still has to stay in Pengcheng.
If he offends Hong Yu, he will not be able to hang out in the future.
"This..." Huang Zongliang did not agree, but turned to look at Lu Fan.
"Don't worry, we won't let Hong Yu have the opportunity to embarrass you." Lu Fan agreed.
Xiao Liu's eyes suddenly lit up.
Huang Zongliang's little move just now did not escape his eyes.
The No. 1 Young Master of Lianhai City is unable to make a decision and has to ask the person next to him for instructions. Does this mean that the young man next to him has a higher status?
If he fawns over a young man with such a high status, then he will get up in the future!
Xiao Liu was so happy that he even ignored another detail.
Lu Fan only promised not to let Hong Yu have the opportunity to embarrass him, but did not promise not to deal with Hong Yu at the auction.
There is a big difference between the two.
Excited, Xiao Liu took Lu Fan and Huang Zongliang into the lobby of the hotel. The auction was on the second floor of the hotel, and he went directly there.
He is also a well-known second-generation ancestor in Pengcheng. Most people here know him, and no one stops him when they see him coming.
The three people entered the auction easily.
The auction has already begun, but it has just begun. The second auction item is currently being auctioned.
"This is a painting drawn by a primary school student in a mountainous area. The sun in this painting means light and hope. This is all the hope of that primary school student. Now please charity people who are willing to bring hope to that primary school student start raising placards and start shooting. The price is half a million!"
An auctioneer held a painting on the stage and explained it passionately.
The painting looked like it had been drawn by a primary school student. It was extremely crude and completely incomprehensible. Only the circle in the middle was forcibly interpreted as a sun.
"The starting price for this piece of shit is 500,000 yuan? Is this a fundraiser or a money grab?" Huang Zongliang was surprised.
However, before he was surprised, a group of people below were already shouting.
"Six hundred thousand!"
"Seven hundred thousand!"
"one million!"
The price of this primary school student's graffiti is reaching an incredible speed, reaching a level that would put all contemporary domestic calligraphers and painters to shame.
"Are they crazy?" Huang Zongliang was even more surprised. "Of course they are not crazy." Lu Fan sneered, "This is not a fundraiser at all!"
