"Pure colorless 17 carat diamond ring, from the cutting-edge designer Arabo, the starting price is one million..."
"Come here and buy something?" Daniel smiled.
"Huh?" Song Yazheng recalled the story of the Apocalypse, and found nothing ahead.
Daniel turned his mouth on the stage, and the appearance of this large shiny diamond ring made the bidders whispered and talked.
"Isn't Mimi jealous of the big diamond ring MJ gave Brooke Shields? Maybe she should give her one too? It just compensates for the premium she paid for buying a house in Tribeca. It's just the meaning of giving the ring... it's perfect if you change it to a necklace... "
While hesitating, the price has been raised to 1.8 million by people who frequently show up.
"For such a big ring, I remember it should be more than this price?" he asked Daniel.
"Cartier and Tiffany are naturally more than that. This designer is not well-known, and the jewelry brand he founded has no history." Daniel replied.
"One million eight hundred and seventy thousand..."
Song Ya impulsively raised his hand, "1.88 million, this..." The auctioneer helped his glasses and saw himself clearly, "Mr. APLUS? Please show your number..."
"Uh..." Song Ya came here as an invitation to Shirley Fleming, and the number seemed to be... "One hundred and eight!" He replied loudly.
This reckless response caused the upper-class society to cover their mouths and snickered.
But no one increases the price anymore...
Chicago 1990 Chapter 429: Find helper
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With 1.88 million plus commissions, two million were spent so suddenly, Song Ya put the ring box into the inner pocket of the dress and hurriedly left the Waldorf Astoria with a dark face.
"Are you okay? Boss."
Mavota turned his head in the driving position and looked at him who was slamming the back of his hand with righteous thoughts.
"It's okay, go to the airport, I want to get back to Chicago as soon as possible."
The ring is not busy to send, now the time is very tight, he must first solve the problem of Mariah Carey changing the bodyguard and old Mike's manpower.
The bodyguard was easy to handle, and he was looking for it from Chicago. He asked Goodman to hire a five-person team from the security company that undertakes CNA insurance business. He also deliberately excluded Italians when selecting the team members. CNA Insurance Company has business dealings with A+ Records. These people have never had anything to do with the entertainment industry and have excellent professional quality. They are just a little unfamiliar with the security content of stars. However, Mariah Carey’s security pressure is not great. Practice makes perfect. It should be fine for a while.
"Vick, how are you doing?"
Cassidy’s father was beaten to the end soon after Peter Flock resigned due to the scandal. This time he didn’t even have to catch the illegal patrol, so he was suspended for investigation, and he was with three colleagues of the stormtrooper. I heard that a sum of 200,000 dollars of Armenian gang was intercepted and the whereabouts of the funds are unknown. All four of them are suspected. Song Ya simply planned to call him to New York to help Old Mike catch the witness.
"Fxxk, busy."
The brawny bald man was still holding on, "We have to wash ourselves away from suspicion and prove our innocence."
"Is that money really swallowed by your partnership?" Song Ya asked, staring into his eyes.
"Who did you work with? FBI? Internal investigation team?"
He started rummaging in the car alertly, "Where is the bug ah?"
"No, but I guess you can do it." There was no one else in the car, and Song Ya let him search the car and himself. "Cassidy's scholarship is also out of color. You are raising college tuition for her, right? The new state attorney Charlize is very targeted at you and your colleagues."
"Hey! Kid, don't inquire about my family affairs!" He threatened viciously.
"I can come out..."
Before Song Ya could say it, he held the collar by his collar, "You **** stay away from my daughter!"
"What should I do? Do you have the heart to let her go to a garbage community school? She has such good grades." Song Ya got used to his pale threatening remarks and continued: "I know you didn't plan to help her with school. Dai Dai, she worked so hard to get the scholarship. Last time I saw her, her hair was dry and split..."
"I can solve it!" Vic pushed him away.
"How do you solve it? Use black money to pay for tuition?" Song Ya stared at him coldly, "You have read the news about my ex-girlfriend Mira, right? She spent a lot of her father's ill-gotten wealth, so she is now connected to the United States. You can’t go back, do you want to see Catsidi end up like her one day after another? Suddenly in college, I was told that my father’s tuition was unclear and I was embarrassed in front of all my classmates? Then she was ruined all her life, and she Brothers and sisters..."
Vic stopped talking, panting like a bellows.
"Listen, Vic, I have an errand. It's very simple, but the revenge is very rich. It's much cleaner and safer than the black money." Song Ya watched his mental defense begin to collapse, and stepped up to flicker: "Go to New York for one. Come on, stay with your friends for a few days, just relax, then take the money back, and pay Cassidi's tuition honestly!"
"I don't accept alms Nger!" he scolded, "and I won't leave Chicago or the police!"
"Oh GOD!"
Song Ya put her head in her hands, "Can you stop being stricken with me? Irish! I'm not a charity, uh, the remuneration I pay is indeed a premium, but I don't need you to thank me for anything, this time I really need professionals Help, go to New York to do something, that's it!"
"Pull the trigger?"
"You can't store anything other than crimes in your mind, right?" Song Ya reluctantly lay down on the seat, "Catch an illegal surveillance criminal, do what you are good at, and stay on guard for 24 hours. , Set up surveillance that is not easy to be noticed, save evidence, and get stolen! That's all!"
"Illegal monitoring?" Vic's brain circuit was finally pulled back to its normal track.
"Yes, a celebrity friend of mine discovered that her phone was illegally installed with an eavesdropping device, but after we discussed it, we decided that it was best not to call the police right away, but to guard it quietly, waiting for the eavesdropper to change the video tape and battery. Arrest people later," Song Ya said.
"Hehehe."
Vic touched the corners of his mouth and smiled. "Sounds pretty good."
"Of course, it's never illegal, and work is easy. We are still on the righteous side." Song Ya watched him cast his eyes on the stormtrooper teammates who were chatting in the distance, "Hey, don't think about it, I will pay you directly. On Cathy's special account."
"I agree, when will we leave?" Vic no longer struggled with his face, rubbing his head and asked.
"The sooner the better, you go to this address and try not to be discovered during the night." Song Ya gave him the address of Tribeca's own unit downstairs. "After that, everything will be directed by Old Mike."
"WTF! Impossible!" He started jumping again.
"Fxxkyou Vic, be more mature, you are a detective of the Chicago Police Department, as long as you work honestly, you won't be like what you are now!" Song Ya exposed his scar.
"Yay yeah, isn't old Mike a policeman? What is he like? Look at the parking lot gate?" Vic retorted.
"At least he can't do anything extraordinary now."
"He has been promoted now, guarding the door for rich singers, arresting people? Humph, he is definitely not my professional." Vic said.
"Then you go and catch people professionally. As long as everything goes well, I will be paid a lot."