One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

However, the screen still displays:

Search complete. No results found.

"Well, it's all for nothing again."

Zhang Chulan pursed his lips.

He reached for the flat can of cola on the table and took a big gulp.

In order to find out Feng Baobao's secrets from back then, he has put in every ounce of effort these past few days.

Using this great achievement as an excuse...

He pleaded and begged until he obtained the company's highest-level intranet access from Zhao Fangxu.

The Art of Controlling the Gods.

A living human body.

He even thoroughly investigated all the reclusive families with peculiar practices and records from the Republican era.

As a result, nothing was gained.

This so-called mysterious family seems to have never existed on this land of China.

Not even a trace of a fallen leaf was left.

"Squeak."

The heavy, soundproof door to the archives was pushed open from the outside.

Xu Si strolled in, carrying two plastic bags in his hands.

"They still haven't figured out the cause?"

Xu Si pulled up a chair and sat down, tossing one of the bags into Zhang Chulan's arms:

"Eat it while it's hot. I brought you two roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) that just came out of the cafeteria downstairs."

Zhang Chulan took it, and without any hesitation, took a big bite, mumbling a complaint:

"Fourth Brother, shouldn't our company's intelligence network be upgraded?"

"I had Chairman Zhao's imperial edict, and I maxed out all the permissions. But this damn system couldn't find a single thing for me."

"Stop complaining about the system, kid."

Xu Si also took out a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) and chewed it heartily, his words carrying a hint of seasoned worldly wisdom:

"The waters of this world are deep."

"How many years has our company been established? Those truly reclusive clans have been deeply rooted in the mountains and forests for hundreds or even thousands of years."

Xu Si pointed to the screens with his finger:

"As long as they don't want to show their faces, not only our online archives, but even those old-fashioned gossip media outlets won't be able to get close to them."

"You think you can expose someone's centuries-old history with just a few words? There's no such easy deal."

After listening, Zhang Chulan nodded thoughtfully.

He certainly understands this principle.

It was only because he was obsessed with finding out Bao'er's true identity that he stubbornly investigated for several days.

"Fine, if we can't find it, then forget it."

Zhang Chulan swallowed the food in his mouth and decisively closed all the search windows.

His greatest strength is that he never gets stuck on trivial details.

Since this path is blocked, let's try another one.

"Fourth Brother is right. These thousand-year-old foxes are not easy to catch."

Zhang Chulan stood up and stretched.

His eyes darted around, and a sly smile reappeared on his face:

"Anyway, if the sky falls, there's someone tall enough to hold it up."

“My advisor has been idle at the manor these past few days. I’ll report the situation to him when I get back.”

"Given his temper, if those guys hiding in the shadows ever run into him, they'll be in for a world of hurt."

Looking at Zhang Chulan's carefree and self-righteous "mooching off his parents" attitude, Xu Si couldn't help but laugh and scold him:

"You little rascal, you've really mastered the art of borrowing someone else's power."

"Alright, finish eating and pack your things to get out of here. Don't occupy my confidential room."

Zhang Chulan chuckled and agreed.

After quickly finishing his breakfast, he left the archives room humming a little tune.

He had long since cast aside the gloom of not being able to find any clues.

……

Night fell.

The prosperity of Beijing is on full display under the lights.

Inside the Second Ring Road, in front of a private club that looks extremely inconspicuous from the outside.

Only two simple stone palace lanterns by the roadside emitted a warm yellow glow.

However, if someone in the know glances at the luxury cars parked at the entrance of the alley, whose license plates are all carefully chosen, they can gauge just how high the bar is in this place.

A black Rolls-Royce was parked at the main entrance of the club.

The car door opened, and Feng Zhenghao, dressed in a dark custom-made suit, stepped out calmly.

Beside him was Feng Shayan, who had changed into a black evening gown.

She usually likes to wear sports vests and has a neat short haircut, but tonight she specially got a new look.

With her tall figure and cool, elegant demeanor, she stands out even more.

Under the respectful guidance of the doorman, the two handed over invitations edged in dark gold and slowly walked into the depths of the club.

"Dad, isn't our Tianxia Society currently busy digesting the assets that the Wang family relinquished?"

Feng Shayan, wearing high heels, followed lightly beside Feng Zhenghao.

Her voice was very low, tinged with confusion:

"The lower-level branches are already swamped with work, how come you have the leisure to bring me to this kind of underground auction?"

Chapter 455 The Auction and Ancient Taoist Artifacts

In her opinion.

Such occasions, ostensibly for exchange but actually for the wealthy and powerful to squander money on entertainment, are a real waste of time.

Upon hearing this, Feng Zhenghao slowed his pace.

He turned his head, looked at his daughter who was straightforward but whose overall perspective still needed to be developed, and smiled gently.

“Shayan, when it comes to doing business, or rather, establishing yourself in this world of supernatural beings, the most important thing is never how much wealth you hold.”

Feng Zhenghao spoke calmly and unhurriedly, as if imparting the most valuable experience:

"Those territories and industries can be managed by capable managers."

"As the leader, your job is to maintain the most crucial relationships."

He raised his hand, straightened his neatly folded cuffs, and his gaze became deep:

"Tonight's auction is of extremely high standard. Every item that makes it to the auction is a rare treasure hidden away by the major families."

"We didn't come here tonight to buy things for ourselves."

Feng Shayan was stunned for a moment, and then a figure flashed through her mind.

"You want to... take a picture of an item and send it to that Celestial Pivot Master?"

Feng Zhenghao nodded approvingly.

“But Dad,” Feng Shayan hesitated.

"That master's strength is unfathomable. What good things haven't he seen? Do you think he'd even look at what we're buying?"

"That's what we call social skills and worldly wisdom."

Feng Zhenghao led his daughter up a staircase covered with a thick red carpet and calmly explained:

"The elder brother certainly doesn't lack anything."

"But when you give a gift, you are giving an attitude."

"The reason why the World Society has been able to swallow up the Wang family's businesses today is entirely due to the prestige of our predecessors."

"When you receive a benefit during a holiday or festival, you should always give a resounding response."

"I've inquired about it. The final item up for auction tonight has an extremely prestigious background and is deeply rooted in Taoist philosophy."

A determined glint flashed in Feng Zhenghao's eyes:

"No matter the cost, we must acquire this item."

Whether you take it back to your elders as a plaything or hang it in the hall as a decoration, it doesn't matter.

"If we can make him smile, our relationship will deepen further."

After listening to her father's analysis, Feng Shayan nodded silently.

I felt even more admiration for my father's strategic planning.

……

Upon entering the auction venue, one finds a sunken, circular hall.

The private rooms are cleverly designed on the circular corridor on the second floor.

The one-way mirror provides excellent privacy for guests.