There was laughter and everyone around looked over.
Those eyes were looking at the girl wantonly, with ill intentions.
The girl didn't even look at him, her expression was indifferent.
She put away the ancient coins and prepared to leave.
Behind them, the sarcastic laughter continued.
"Look, I told you to give me some face. What if you pissed off the little girl and she ran back to cry to the adults?"
"I'm doing this for her own good. This will help her to improve her character. It seems like she also..."
Before he finished speaking, a slightly anxious voice sounded.
"My lady, my master wants to buy this half-liang of Qin silver from you for six million. Would you mind giving it up?"
“…”
The smile on the young man's face froze, he simply couldn't believe what he heard.
What?
Six million to buy a coin that can be found everywhere?
Are you kidding?
The other onlookers were also a little confused and did not come back to their senses for a long time.
Ying Zijin raised his eyebrows slightly and turned to look in the direction where the voice came from.
He was an old man wearing a Tang suit, with silver hair and beard, but his steps were steady and powerful, and his domineering aura was undiminished.
The first person to speak was a young man following the old man. He stepped forward and said in a negotiating tone: "If the price is not enough, you can add more."
In a word, it caused a sensation.
"What kind of coin is that? Six million isn't enough?"
"I just heard someone say something about a half-liang of Qin silver."
“That’s unlikely…”
"If it's really a Qin silver half-liang coin, it's really worth the price."
At an international auction a few years ago, the same Qin silver half-liang coin was sold at a high price of 7.6 million.
"What is this Qin silver half-liang coin?" The young man was furious. "This is what I picked up by the river. Do you think Qin silver half-liang coin is cabbage?"
If it really was Qin Yinzhi half a liang of money, wouldn't he become a joke?
The old man put his hands behind his back, and said in a dignified manner: "Mu Cheng."
Mu Cheng understood and took out a document. It was a certificate with red words clearly written on white paper.
National cultural relics appraiser.
Level eight.
Highest level.
“…”
This certificate silenced all the doubts, like a loud slap in the face of the young stall owner.
Ying Zijin looked at the certificate carefully, thinking about something. As expected, there are many new professions in the 21st century.
She nodded: "No, this price is just right."
"Okay, thank you for giving up your love, Miss." Mu Cheng nodded and took out a black card. "Here is six million, internationally accepted."
In the upper right corner of this black card, there is a golden iris.
Ying Zijin paused, then raised the corners of his eyes slightly.
Well, good thing the bank where she used to keep her gold didn't go bankrupt.
"No, I won't sell it!" Seeing the black card, the young man couldn't hold back. He rushed forward and tried to snatch the ancient coin from the girl's hand. His movements were fierce, "Give it to me!"
He picked it up, so the money should belong to him.
The girl showed no expression, she just raised her right leg.
It was a very casual movement, revealing a bit of nonchalance.
But just this one kick directly kicked the young man several meters away.
"Bang."
Everyone around was stunned: "..."
Ying Zijin then handed over the ancient coin and took the black card: "Thank you."
Mu Cheng was stunned, dreaming: "...You're welcome."
Not to mention Mu Cheng, even the old man in Tang suit was a little surprised, and his eyes were more inquiring.
What surprised others even more was that the manager, who rarely showed up, actually came and spoke with a sullen face.
"The underground market also has its own rules. You want to take back the things you sold? If you take this person's permit, you will not be allowed to enter the underground market anymore."
After saying that, he turned around and bowed to the girl: "I'm sorry to have frightened you."
Ying Zijin put the black card into his pocket: "It's okay."
Six million is enough for a while.
The manager then breathed a sigh of relief. He turned around and directed the security guards to carry the young stall owner out.
Not far away, the bartender who had seen the whole scene was silent for a moment, and said sincerely: "This kid you know seems a bit fierce."
Such a fragile little girl could actually kick out such a big man.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Fu Yun's peach blossom eyes curved, "She's so well-behaved and cute."
Bartender: “…”
This filter is a bit too heavy.
But he still didn't understand: "Why don't you go by yourself? Isn't it better to be a hero and save the beauty?"
Is it necessary to go to such lengths to ask management to come?
Fu Yunshen's eyelashes moved and he chuckled, "I can't go."
The bartender was stunned: "Why?"
"Hmm..." Fu Yunshen hesitated for a moment and smiled, "I have to take care of the child's feelings. After all, we just said goodnight to each other two hours ago."
Wouldn't it be awkward to meet again at the underground market?
Although he had long guessed that she would come to the underground market after hearing what Nie Chao said, he waited just in time.
"..." The bartender was even more speechless, "You really are worthy of being the number one playboy in Shanghai. I think you spent all your time trying to please women."
They even take care of this little mood, they couldn't be more attentive.
"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, if only we had come earlier," Mu Cheng said, "We wasted six million in vain."
Although six million is nothing to them, they still try to save as much as possible.
"Not a waste." The old man waved his hand, a smile on his face, "At least I got to meet such an interesting girl."
Mu Cheng quickly understood: "Are you referring to the kick she just gave me?"
"That's right." The old man said calmly, "And she didn't just pick up this ancient coin by chance."
Mu Cheng hesitated: "Impossible..."
Even he had to observe in the underground market for ten days before he finally confirmed that it was the Qin silver half-liang coin.
He knew that Mu Heqing had no other hobbies after retirement, and he just liked collecting antiques and donating them to the National Museum.
Mu Heqing didn't say much, just coughed a few times and said, "Let's go."
Mu Cheng caught up and was about to ask again when he saw the old man covering 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 have a seizure at this time, and they didn’t even bring a doctor.
Mu Heqing had always been in good health, but before he retired, he was shot in a bullet that missed his heart. Although he woke up, he was left with a chronic illness and would get sick from time to time.
But he just had surgery a while ago, so it shouldn't be that fast.
What should I do now?
Miss Meng is far away in the imperial capital, it’s too late for her to make it.
Mu Cheng was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead. He tried to get the medicine with trembling hands, but he couldn't feed it in.
Just as he was panicking, a voice sounded from behind him.
"Don't support his back. It will make it more difficult for him to breathe. Let him lie flat."
Mu He raised his head.
The girl was standing outside the alley, her legs long and straight.
She took a few steps closer, squatted down, put her hand on Mu Heqing's pulse, and her eyebrows twitched.
Mu Cheng finally reacted. Seeing the girl's action, he was shocked and angry. He hit her hand and scolded her harshly: "Who told you to touch it?"
What is Mu Heqing’s identity?
If something goes wrong, no one can be held responsible.
But his hand didn't even reach it and fell directly to the ground.
Mu Cheng took a breath and became even angrier: "What on earth do you want to do?"
Ying Zijin was still checking the pulse: "Save him."
Mu Cheng seemed to have heard something funny: "Just you?"
Apart from Miss Meng, who else in the entire China dares to offer to treat Mu Heqing?
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