Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 429 What on earth are all these people in this group?! [Update 1]

Chapter 429: 429 What on earth are all these people in this group?! [Update 1]

Mr. Farouk was freaking out.

Although he was shocked at how young Ye Wanlan looked at first glance,

he was, after all, surrounded by Western faces and seldom saw Easterners, so he naturally couldn’t judge Ye Wanlan’s age from her appearance.

Moreover, Ye Wanlan had previously made him feel an unprecedented sense of oppression, so he had naturally assumed that Ye Wanlan was older than him.

How could she be taking the college entrance exams at Shenzhou this year?!

Such crucial information, and Estelle hadn’t mentioned it beforehand?

Not everyone has a big enough heart to withstand such pretension.

The avatar for the ID "Working Like a Horse Every Day" was still gray, evidently still offline.

Mr. Farouk took a deep breath and said with difficulty, "With Miss Ye’s capabilities, you probably don’t need to take the college entrance exams, do you?"

"I’ve never taken them, and I want to experience the current assessment methods," Ye Wanlan stood up. "Thus, our deal is set, you just need to bid for the Gold and Silver Secret Iron at the auction."

"...Yes," Mr. Farouk was still struggling to pull himself together after the shock; his expression hazy, he said, "As long as we have the Gold and Silver Secret Iron, all subsequent restoration works will be left to me. I will definitely show Miss Ye the complete Divine Might Spear."

It wasn’t until after Ye Wanlan had left that Mr. Farouk was able to calm down.

After a long, long silence, he staggered to his feet and picked up the smithing hammer again.

Mr. Farouk summoned his attendants and had them post a new notice.

Before repairing the Divine Might Spear, he wouldn’t take on any other tasks.

**

In the hotel that night.

"Farouk says that if we can get the Gold and Silver Secret Iron at the auction, then he’s 100 percent certain he can repair the Divine Might Spear," Ye Wanlan said slowly.

"The Global Auction?" Yan Tingfeng pondered for a moment and pulled up the list for the upcoming Global Auction from the intelligence database, "If there really is Gold and Silver Secret Iron, then it should be among the last three hidden auction items."

The auction of hidden items is a segment prepared by many auctions, first to attract guests and second to add to the auction’s excitement.

Before the hidden items are officially revealed, not even the auctioneer knows what they will be.

Ye Wanlan’s gaze shifted down, "There are also quite a few of Shenzhou’s cultural relics at this auction."

"That’s my purpose for this time," Yan Tingfeng responded with a light smile, "Every year, the Global Auction puts up several priceless Shenzhou cultural relics."

Ye Wanlan narrowed her eyes, murmuring, "The future is still a long and arduous road."

Last time, although they had returned the antiquities plundered by the Petrovich family to Shenzhou, those were still just a small part; many more cultural relics have spread all over the world.

"The Global Auction is not just a simple auction; it’s also the largest market for gray trades," Yan Tingfeng paused, "Many people are eyeing these Shenzhou cultural relics. Xiao Wan, we will split up during the event, I will take care of the cultural relics."

Ye Wanlan looked at him for three seconds, "Okay, but I won’t let my companion take on the danger alone."

Hearing this, Yan Tingfeng was momentarily taken aback, then he smiled, "Of course, I’ll still need Xiao Wan’s protection. It’s getting late, you should rest well."

He exited the room and closed the door.

"Young Master!" Bing He straightened up, "Everything is ready, we will ensure the safe return of the cultural relics to Shenzhou."

Yan Tingfeng hummed lightly and turned around.

"Young Master!" Bing He called again, "I... I want to ask about your—your face—mmm!"

Tie Ma firmly covered Bing He’s mouth.

Yan Tingfeng turned his head, "What about my face?"

"Nothing, Young Master," Tie Ma said respectfully, "Bing He ate a poisonous mushroom today, just now he was saying he saw little people dancing on my face, he must be hallucinating again."

"Really?" Yan Tingfeng said airily, "If it’s mushroom poisoning, it would be best to get his stomach pumped at the hospital."

"For sure, I’ll take him right away!" Tie Ma forcefully dragged Bing He away.

If he had been a second later, he dreads to think what heart-stopping words Bing He would blurt out next.

Even if the Young Master’s face had turned red, the Young Master is still the Young Master; one must absolutely not ask.

**

Two days later, the auction officially began.

Mr. Farouk emerged in a panic, "There’s trouble, Miss Ye, I just got the auction list. The first half doesn’t include the Gold and Silver Secret Iron, but only guests with elite boxes can participate in the second half. What are we going to do?"

"The name of Mr. Farouk, the Genius Forgemaster, is well known, and even Estelle has requested you to make her a pair of glasses." Ye Wanlan raised her eyebrows slightly, "Can’t you, with your status, secure an elite box?"

"I certainly could, but..." Farouk hesitated embarrassingly, muttering, "I refused."

In his life, he only pursued higher forging techniques, hoping to create a weapon that could resonate through the ages.

Even if it meant his death, it would be worthwhile.

He only needed the ore; everything else was just passing clouds to him.

"Not coveting fame or fortune, seeking only to pursue technology." Ye Wanlan nodded subtly, "Very few people can maintain such an attitude nowadays."

Farouk: "..."

He found that comment terrifying.

"I’m complimenting you," Ye Wanlan said again, "I have no intention of killing you."

Farouk: "!!!"

He was even more scared now.

"So, you can’t simply walk into an elite box by showing your face," Ye Wanlan mused, "The entry requirements for the Global Auction are a bit too harsh, aren’t they?"

"Human touch? What about it?" Farouk sighed, "The Global Center reigns supreme, the gathering place for all geniuses. Every year Shenzhou University recruits myriad talents from around the globe, and once they go to the Global Center, it becomes very difficult for them to return."

Ninety-nine percent of the geniuses are monopolized by the Global Center, and of the remaining one-tenth of a percent, half quietly disappear.

To say they disappear, in reality, none escape the word "death."

Farouk too had been invited by people from the Global Center numerous times, but he refused.

"Let’s head over there," Ye Wanlan said indifferently, "We’ll find a way to get in."

"Miss Ye!" Farouk exclaimed urgently, "There will be many bodyguards and guard teams at the Global Auction, not to mention supernatural individuals and psychics from the Northern Lands! They—"

Ye Wanlan turned her head, interrupting his next words with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, "Mr. Farouk doesn’t really think I plan on fighting a bloody battle for a mere admission to an elite box, does he?"

Farouk: "...Ah?"

Wasn’t that the case?

It was precisely the action of a silent madman!

"You seem to have a serious misunderstanding about me," Ye Wanlan turned around, "but it doesn’t matter; many people misunderstand me."

Farouk wiped sweat from his brow, "Miss Ye, wait for me."

Suddenly, Xie Linyuan chuckled, "When the old man told me he took on a female disciple, I thought I finally had a cute little sister. But who knew—"

Ye Wanlan glanced at him, "Who knew?"

"Who knew she’d be cute but incredibly resolute," Xie Linyuan coughed slightly, "It was quite an eye-opener."

"If I weren’t resolute, I wouldn’t be able to hold my position firmly," Ye Wanlan said with conviction, "Therefore, I must be stronger than everyone else."

Farouk sighed, "If only we could get in touch with Estelle. It’s a pity I messaged her yesterday and still haven’t heard back. I have no idea which remote mountain or forest she has gone to—someone working on technology and yet without signal."

"No problem," Ye Wanlan took out her phone, "We have someone else."

[YN]: Little Keli, the Black Gold Card you gave me last time, can it get me into an auction sponsored and invested in by the World Bank?

[World’s Richest]: Of course, since I took office, I’ve signed such a card. How could it serve just the one function of spending money? That would be too paltry.

Spending money is the most insignificant thing in the world.

So, she preferred earning money.

[World’s Richest]: What auction are you talking about? Oh, I remember now. Could it be this year’s Global Auction being held in the Northern Lands?

[YN]: Yes, there might be lots I need.

[World’s Richest]: If you had told me three days earlier, I could have directly snagged the items you wanted for you.

[YN]: It’s alright. I’ll just bid for them myself. There’s enough danger around you, no need to expose yourself further for my sake.

"Other people?" Farouk was startled, "But besides Miss Estelle, there’s no one else who can get us directly into an elite box."

Ye Wanlan withdrew a card.