There was a roar of laughter, and the people around looked over.
Those eyes scanned the girl unscrupulously, and they were up to no good.
The girl did not even look at them, and her expression was indifferent.
She kept the ancient coin and prepared to leave.
Behind her, the mocking laughter did not stop there.
"Look, I told you to give her some face, but you made her angry and left. What if she runs back and cries to the adults?"
"I'm doing this for her own good. Only in this way can she sharpen her temperament. It seems that she also …"
Before he finished speaking, a slightly anxious voice sounded.
"Miss, my master wants to buy the Qin silver coin in your hand for six million yuan. I wonder if you can part with it?"
"…"
The smile on the young man's face froze. He could not believe what he had heard.
What?
Six million yuan to buy a coin that could be seen anywhere?
What kind of joke was this?
The other onlookers were also a little confused and did not come back to their senses for a long time.
Ying Zijin raised her eyebrows slightly and turned to look in the direction of the voice.
It was an old man in a Tang suit. His hair and beard were silver-white, but his steps were steady and powerful, and his imposing manner did not diminish.
The one who spoke first was a young man behind the old man. He stepped forward and said in a negotiating tone, "If the price is not enough, we can increase it."
That one sentence caused a sensation.
"What kind of coin is that? Is six million yuan not enough?"
"I think I heard someone say something about the Qin silver coin?"
"That's not possible …"
"If it's really the Qin silver coin, it's really worth the price."
A few years ago, at an international auction, the same piece of Qin silver was sold for a high price of 7.6 million RMB.
"What half a tael of Qin silver?" The young man was furious. "I picked it up by the river. Do you think the Qin silver coin is cabbage?"
If it was really the Qin silver coin, wouldn't he become a joke?
The old man put his hands behind his back and said sternly, "Mu Cheng."
Mu Cheng understood and took out a document. It was a certificate, and the red words were clearly written on the white paper —
National Cultural Relic Appraisal Expert.
Level 8.
The highest level.
"…"
The certificate blocked all the questioning voices. It was like a loud slap on the young stall owner's face.
Ying Zijin, on the other hand, looked at the certificate seriously and pondered. As expected, there were many new professions in the 21st century.
She nodded. "No need. This price is just right."
"Okay, thank you for your generosity, Miss." Mu Cheng nodded and took out a black card. "Here's six million yuan, international currency."
On the upper right corner of the black card, there was a golden iris flower.
Ying Zijin paused for a moment and raised her eyebrows.
Hmm, very good. The bank she used to deposit her gold didn't go bankrupt.
"No, I'm not selling it!" Seeing that black card, how could the young man hold back? He rushed forward, wanting to snatch the ancient coin from the girl's hand. His actions were fierce. "Give it to me!"
He was the one who picked it up, so the money should be his.
The girl was expressionless. She only raised her right leg.
It was a very casual movement with a hint of indifference.
However, it was this kick that sent the young man flying several meters away.
"Bang."
The surrounding people were dumbfounded. "…"
Ying Zijin handed over the ancient coin and took the black card. "Thank you."
Mu Cheng was stunned. He seemed to be in a daze. "… You're welcome."
Not only Mu Cheng, but even the old man in the Tang suit was a little surprised. There was a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
What surprised the others even more was that the manager, who usually didn't show up, actually came and spoke with a sullen face.
"The underground market has its own rules. You want to take back what you've sold? If you take away this person's permit, you won't be able to enter the underground market in the future. "
After saying that, he turned around and bowed to the girl. "I'm sorry to have frightened you."
Ying Zijin put the black card in her pocket. "It's okay."
Six million yuan was enough for a period of time.
Only then did the manager heave a sigh of relief. He turned around and ordered the security guards to take the young man out.
Not far away, the bartender, who had a panoramic view of the scene, was silent for a moment. Then, he said sincerely, "This kid you know seems a little fierce."
Such a weak little girl was actually able to kick such a big man out.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Fu Yunshen's peach blossom eyes curved. "She's obviously obedient and cute."
The bartender was speechless.
That filter was a little too heavy.
But he still didn't understand. "Why don't you go by yourself? Isn't it better to be a hero saving the beauty? "
Did he have to do something superfluous and ask the manager to come?
Fu Yunshen's eyelashes fluttered. He chuckled. "I can't go."
The bartender was stunned. "Why?"
"Well …" Fu Yunshen pondered for a moment and smiled. "I have to take care of the kid's feelings. After all, we just said goodnight to each other two hours ago."
If they met in the underground market, wouldn't it be awkward?
Although he had already guessed that she would come to the underground market after hearing Nie Chao's words, he waited for her at the right time.
"…" The bartender was even more speechless. "I see that after you came back, you spent all your time trying to please the girl."
He even had to take care of her feelings. He couldn't be more meticulous.
He was still wondering why this Young Master gave him the image of a hedonistic young master.
"What are you talking about?" Fu Yunshen lowered his head. "Do I need it?"
The bartender looked at the man's charming face. "…"
**
On the other side, in an alley.
"Master, it would have been great if we had come earlier," Mu Cheng said. "We wasted six million yuan for nothing."
Although six million yuan wasn't much to them, they would still save as much as possible.
"It's not a waste." The old man waved his hand and smiled. "At least I've seen such an interesting little girl."
Mu Cheng quickly understood. "Are you referring to her kick just now?"
"That's right," the old man said calmly. "And this ancient coin, she didn't pick it up by luck."
Mu Cheng hesitated. "That's impossible …"
He knew that Mu Heqing didn't have any other hobbies after retiring. He just liked to collect antiques and donate them to the National Museum.
Mu Heqing didn't say much. He coughed a few times and said, "Let's go."
Mu Cheng followed. Just as he was about to ask again, he saw the old man clutching his chest. His body suddenly spasmed and he fell down.
Mu Cheng was shocked and hurried forward. "Master!"
Oh no, no one expected Mu Heqing to fall ill at this time. They didn't even bring a doctor.
Mu Heqing's body had always been strong, but before retiring, he was shot in the position away from his heart. Although he was awake, he was left with a chronic illness and would have a relapse from time to time.
However, he had just undergone surgery a while ago. It shouldn't be so fast.
What should he do now?
Miss Meng was far away in the Imperial Capital. There was no way she could make it in time.
Mu Cheng was so anxious that his head was covered in sweat. He trembled as he reached for the medicine, but he couldn't feed it.
Just as he was panicking, a voice came from behind him.
"Don't hold his back. It will make it more difficult for him to breathe. Let him lie flat."
Mu Cheng raised his head in surprise.
The girl was standing outside the alley. Her legs were long and straight.
She walked a few steps closer, squatted down, and put her hand on Mu Heqing's pulse. Her eyebrows moved.
Mu Cheng finally reacted. When he saw the girl's action, he was shocked and angry. He slapped her hand and scolded sternly, "Don't move!"
What was Mu Heqing's identity?
If something happened, no one would be responsible.
However, his hand didn't reach her at all. It was directly slapped on the ground.
Mu Cheng took a deep breath and became even angrier. "What do you want to do?"
Ying Zijin was still checking his pulse. "Save him."
Mu Cheng seemed to have heard something funny. "You're just a little girl."
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