Chapter 9 The First Big Shot
One stall owner said, "I wonder if that girl stole money from her family. She wasted so much money; she'll probably get a beating when she gets back."
The young man shrugged: "She wanted to buy it herself, what does it have to do with me?"
"What if her parents come knocking on your door and accuse you of fraud? You'd better be careful," the stall owner said, then suddenly nudged the young man's arm. "Look, that big customer is here again!"
The stall owners all looked over.
It was an old man wearing a suit.
His hair and beard were silver-white, yet his steps were steady and powerful, his imposing aura undiminished.
He was followed by a young man, also dressed in a suit and tie.
It's rare to see customers dressed like this at an underground market; Nie Chao also dresses casually when he comes to visit.
The stall owners all knew that a big spender had come here yesterday, a big spender who only bought antiques.
So they stocked up on a lot of goods today, just waiting for the big customer to arrive.
The stall owners' eyes were all burning with desire.
The old man walked at a leisurely pace, but today he didn't stop at any of the stalls. Instead, he followed the girl who had just left.
The young man behind him spoke up: "Miss, my master is willing to offer six million for this half-ounce silver coin you have. I wonder if you would be willing to part with it?"
Ying Zijin stopped in her tracks, her eyebrows twitching slightly.
They've arrived.
The young man said sincerely, "If the price isn't enough, we can add more."
The stall owners were all startled and looked at the young man who was still counting his money.
"What kind of currency did you have? Six million wasn't enough? You actually sold it?"
"A half-ounce silver coin, that's a rare item! Didn't you have it appraised when you bought it?"
The young man glared: "I just picked it up, it wasn't dug out of the ground. I just looked at it, why would I go to a professional appraisal agency to have it appraised?"
If it is a silver half-ounce coin, then it is indeed worth six million. At an international auction a few years ago, a silver half-ounce coin was sold for a high price of seven million six hundred thousand.
Ying Zijin took out the ancient coin: "Okay."
"Thank you for your generosity, young lady." The old man nodded, a slight smile appearing on his face. "Mu Cheng."
Mu Cheng understood, took out a bank card, and handed it over: "Hello, Miss, here is six million, a black card from Laurent Bank, which is accepted internationally."
There is a golden iris in the upper right corner of this black card.
Ying Zijin accepted it.
Great, the bank where she used to deposit her gold hasn't gone bankrupt.
The six million yuan on-site transaction made the stall owners very envious.
The young man was filled with regret and remorse: "I shouldn't have sold it!"
Six million!
Money is secondary; what matters is that a big spender who can come up with six million must come from a prominent family. He missed a chance to make connections with powerful and influential people.
One of the stall owners opened his mouth and said, "That little girl is really lucky."
No one would think that a young girl would have such a profound understanding of antiques. Even those who have been in this business for years couldn't figure out what was so special about that coin.
**
The bartender, who had witnessed the entire scene, exclaimed in surprise, "This kid you know, can he tell the age of that ancient coin at a glance?"
"Um."
"That joke was so funny, I laughed too."
Fu Yunshen glanced at him.
The bartender shrugged: "But she's quite aloof, with a 'keep away' attitude, not easy to approach."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Fu Yunshen's peach blossom eyes curved into a smile. "She's clearly well-behaved and adorable."
The bartender remained silent.
This filter is way too heavy.
He then asked, "Why didn't you go over and say hello? It is indeed dangerous for a young girl to leave here with six million. With your skills, why bother having the management secretly escort her?"
Fu Yunshen's eyelashes fluttered, and he chuckled softly, "I can't go."
The bartender was taken aback: "Why?"
“Hmm—” Fu Yunshen pondered for a moment, “I need to be mindful of her feelings, after all, we just said goodnight to each other two hours ago.”
Wouldn't it be awkward to run into each other again at an underground market?
Although he had long guessed that she would come to the underground market after hearing Nie Chao's words, he was right on time.
The bartender was speechless: "I've noticed that since you came back, you've spent all your time trying to please women."
"What?" Fu Yunshen lowered his head to mix the drink. "Do I need this?"
The bartender looked at the man's stunningly handsome face and was utterly speechless.
Fine, with good looks, you can do whatever you want; you can use your beauty to commit crimes.
No wonder this guy pretends to be a spoiled brat, and nobody doubts him.
**
It's across the street, in an alley.
“Master, if only we had come sooner,” Mu Cheng sighed. “We’ve wasted six million.”
“No waste.” The old man waved his hand and said calmly, “At least I met such an interesting young girl. She didn’t just pick up this ancient coin by chance.”
Mu Cheng hesitated: "That's impossible."
He knew that Mu Heqing had no other hobbies after retiring, except for collecting antiques to donate to the National Museum, which was also the purpose of their visit to the ancient city of Shanghai.
Mu Heqing didn't say much, just coughed a few times and said, "I'm leaving."
Mu Cheng didn't ask any more questions and followed.
Mu Heqing's cough suddenly worsened.
He clutched his chest, unable to catch his breath. His body convulsed, his legs gave way, and he collapsed straight down.
Mu Cheng was taken aback and hurriedly stepped forward: "Master!"
Oh no, no one expected Mu Heqing to fall ill at this time, and they didn't even bring a doctor.
Mu Heqing was always in good health, but before he stepped back, he was shot in a spot off-center from his heart.
Although the person was successfully revived, they were left with a chronic illness that recurs from time to time.
But I just had surgery recently, so it shouldn't be happening so soon.
What should we do now?
Miss Meng is far away in the capital, there's simply no time for her.
Mu Cheng was sweating profusely with anxiety. His hands trembled as he tried to get the medicine to feed Mu Heqing, but he couldn't get it to go in. He became even more flustered.
"Don't support his back, it will make it harder for him to breathe. Let him lie flat."
Someone said quietly behind his back.
Mu Cheng looked up in surprise, meeting the girl's calm gaze.
She took a few steps closer, squatted down in front of Mu Heqing, and quietly squeezed his wrist to feel the strength of his pulse.
Mu Cheng finally realized what was happening.
Seeing the girl's actions, he was both shocked and furious. He immediately stopped her, shouting, "Don't move! What are you trying to do?"
What is Mu Heqing's identity?
The head of the Mu family, a figure revered by everyone in the capital.
If something happens to him, no one can take responsibility.
Ying Zijing was still checking the pulse: "Save him."
Mu Chengqi laughed: "You're just a little girl."
Medical skills depend on experience and knowledge. Apart from a few ancient doctors in China, who else dares to say they can cure Mu Heqing?
Fu Yunshen: My little one is so well-behaved and adorable.
Ying Zijin: ? You've lost your mind.
Emperor Ying is like a Buddhist within the Taoist school; he'd rather take action than utter a single word, lol.
(End of this chapter)
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