"Young boss, these old ghosts are all of high level. They can often apply to come to the mortal world. Perhaps they were attracted by something interesting in the mortal world and didn't come back. You don't need to worry about it." After saying this to Song Mian, Lin Jiaojiao saw that it was getting light and said goodbye to Song Mian.
Song Mian saw Qi Yefeng off, then washed up and went to bed.
Song Mian slept until 3 p.m. before finally taking the antiques to find Su Kun.
Soon, Mr. Qian arrived.
Su Kun stood up from his seat, and Song Mian watched as the door of the antique shop was pushed open from the outside, followed by a woman wearing a black Chanel designer suit walking in.
The woman wore smoky eye makeup and bright red lips, making her already beautiful face look even more radiant, like a fiery rose reborn from the ashes. Song Mian couldn't help but admire her a few more times.
This must be the Boss Qian, Qian Rui, that Old Master Su mentioned earlier.
Just as Song Mian was about to greet Qian Rui, she saw a familiar-looking fat man follow Qian Rui in.
"Song Jinyan?" Song Mian looked incredulous, never expecting to see Song Jinyan here.
Song Jinyan didn't notice Song Mian; all his attention was on Qian Rui: "Ms. Qian, as I told you, this antique silver necklace I gave you is also an antique, worth hundreds of thousands. I'm selling it to you cheaply this time just to make friends with you!"
"Song Jinyan, where did you get an antique silver necklace worth hundreds of thousands?" Song Mian asked Song Jinyan with a look of doubt in her eyes.
Upon hearing Song Mian's voice, Song Jinyan immediately looked over.
Song Mian found it hard to describe Song Jinyan's gaze; it was like a mouse seeing a cat, turning and leaving without a word.
"Wait a minute, Mr. Song, aren't you going to sell me anything?" Qian Rui originally just wanted to compare the goods from both stores before making a decision, but she didn't expect Song Jinyan to run out without saying a word.
"Song Jinyan, you stop right there!" Song Mian felt something was wrong when she thought about Song Jinyan's reaction. She was about to chase after him when Qian Rui grabbed her.
"Miss, may I ask what your relationship is with Mr. Song Jinyan?" Qian Rui asked.
“He is my younger brother…” Song Mian looked out through the glass of the door and, confirming that Song Jinyan was nowhere to be seen, had no choice but to give up. “Mr. Qian, let’s sit down and talk slowly.”
Qian Rui nodded and sat down at the tea table with Song Mian and Su Kun.
Soon, Qian Rui told Song Mian how she met Song Jinyan: "I've always wanted to buy some antique jewelry. Song Jinyan was introduced to me by someone else. I thought his antique silver necklace was in very good condition and I wanted to buy it. But Grandpa Su called me over, so I thought I'd see your items before deciding which one to buy. But I didn't expect that Song Jinyan would run away as soon as he saw you."
“He did something wrong, of course he’s afraid of me. Mr. Qian, don’t be fooled by him, there’s no way he could have an antique worth hundreds of thousands.” Song Mian said earnestly.
Qian Rui shook her head and denied her words: "No, I have looked at it carefully. The antique silver necklace in Song Jinyan's hand is genuine and is indeed worth hundreds of thousands."
Su Kun said, "Ms. Qian's family is in the antique business. She couldn't possibly be mistaken about something worth only a few hundred thousand."
"So, Song Jinyan actually has such a rare antique?" Song Mian couldn't understand.
What exactly is Song Jinyan's skill in obtaining antiques?
However, now is not the time to dwell on these things. Song Mian took out her hairpin and showed it to Qian Rui for a closer look.
Fortunately, Qian Rui was very satisfied with the hairpin, so she bought it for 300,000 yuan.
Even after returning home, Song Mian was still struggling with this issue.
But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't figure it out.
Even after returning to the shop that evening, Song Mian was still pondering this question.
Logically speaking, she no longer has contact with Song Jinyan, so what Song Jinyan does is actually not of much concern to her.
With that in mind, Song Mian still chose to dial Aunt Shen's number.
Unlike usual, Aunt Shen didn't answer the phone quickly. This time, she waited until Song Mian's call was about to end before finally pressing the call button.
"Hello, is this Xiao Song?" Aunt Shen's voice sounded tired after she answered the phone.
Sensing something amiss, Song Mian agreed and then asked, "Aunt Chen, are you feeling unwell? You sound like you're not feeling well."
"Xiao Song, I originally wanted to ask you for leave. I caught a cold yesterday, so I can take care of your grandma for now. But your grandma said she would ask you for leave for me, didn't she tell you?" Aunt Chen's voice was indeed very nasal, and she coughed lightly as she spoke.
Upon hearing this, Song Mian's previously anxious heart finally settled down: "My grandma must not want me to take care of her, which is why she didn't tell me about this. Aunt Chen, when would be a convenient time for you to come back and take care of my grandma again?"
Aunt Shen said, "I estimate it will be a few more days. Your grandma is weak, and I need to fully recover before I can go back to see her. But don't worry, I've been calling your grandma these past two days, and she's doing very well. However, if you're really worried, you can go see her tomorrow. Your grandma will definitely be resting by then, so you don't need to call her."
"Okay, I'll go see my grandma first thing tomorrow morning. Aunt Chen, you should get some rest first." Song Mian said this, already feeling a headache coming on.
Grandma is still the same; no matter what happens, I can't bear to trouble her.
She desperately wanted to sprout wings and fly to the hospital right now, but Song Mian knew very well that her grandmother was already resting, and disturbing her would only affect her condition.
Left with no other option, Song Mian contacted the attending physician first. Only after confirming that her grandmother's condition was not serious did Song Mian finally feel relieved.
After waiting for a long time without seeing any ghost customers, Song Mian casually transformed a bag of melon seeds on the table into something that could be sent to the ghost realm, and then, unable to hold on any longer, she drifted off to sleep.
She didn't know how much time had passed, but Song Mian suddenly heard a clicking sound in her sleep.
It sounded like something was gnawing on something, and the orderly sound soon woke Song Mian from her deep sleep.
In her dazed state, Song Mian vaguely saw a huge dark figure huddled in a corner not far away.
It was a gray, hazy figure that looked exactly like a beggar, with long, messy hair hanging down his back, looking very slovenly.
A ghost had sneaked in while she wasn't looking.
Realizing this, Song Mian quietly concealed herself and slowly approached the beggar.
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