Chapter 9: The First Big Boss

The laugh loudly making everyone around look over.

Those eyes glanced at the girl unscrupulously, unkindly.

The girl didn't look at them, her expression was still indifferent.

She collected the old coins and prepared to leave.

Behind, those ironic laughter were still ringing.

"Look, don't embarrass her. What would you do if you angered the little girl and she run back to cry to her parents?"

"I am doing it for her, so that she can sharpen her temperament. It seems she's too..."

Before he could even finish speaking, a slightly urgent voice sounded.

"Miss, my master wants to buy these two large Qin's silver coins in your hands for six million. I don't know if you are willing to sell it?"

"..."

The smile on the young man's face froze, and he couldn't believe he just heard.

'what? Six million to buy a coin that can be seen anywhere? Are you kidding me?'

Other people who watched the excitement were also a little dumbfounded, and didn't come back to their senses for a long time.

Ying Zijin raised her eyebrows and turned to look in the direction where the voice came from.

It was an old man in a Tang suit with silver hair and beard, but his pace was steady and strong while he was walking, and his intimidating momentum was unyielding.

The one who spoke earlier was a young man following the old man. He stepped forward in a negotiating tone: "If the price is not enough, you can add more."

With this sentence, it caused a sensation.

"So what kind of coin is it that six million is not enough?"

"I seemed to have heard it just now, what kind of Qin silver coins?"

"Impossible..."

"If it really is Qin silver coins, it's really worth the price."

At an international auction a few years ago, there was also Qin silver coins, and was finally sold for a high price of 7.6 million.

"What is Qin silver coins?" The young man was furious. "This is what I just picked up by the river. Do you think Qin silver coins is a Chinese cabbage?"

If it is really Qin silver coins, didn't he make a joke out of himself?

The old man whose hands were on his back, was not angry with the stall owner. "Mu Cheng."

Mu Cheng understood and took out a document, which was a certificate, clearly written in red on white paper-

National Cultural Relics Appraisal Appraisers.

Eight levels.

The highest level.

"..."

This certificate blocked all their doubts, like a loud slap, slammed on the face of the young stall owner fiercely.

Ying Zijin looked at the certificate seriously and was thoughtful.

'sure enough, there are many new professions in the 21st century.'

She nodded: "No, the price is just right."

"Okay, thank you Miss." Mu Cheng nodded and took out a black card, "The six million is inside this international card."

On the upper right of the black car, there is a golden iris flower.

Ying Zijin's eyes paused, and the tips of her eyes raised slightly.

'En, very good. The bank where she used to deposit gold did not fail her.'

"No, I won't sell it!" Seeing the black card, how could the young man still bear it. He slammed forward and was about to grab the ancient coins in the girl's hand, acting fiercely, "Give it back!"

He picked it up. This money should belong to him.

The girl has no expression, she just raised her right leg.

It's a very casual move with a bit of carelessness.

But just like that, she kicked the young man a few meters away.

"Bang."

Everyone around looked stupid: "..."

Ying Zijin handed over the ancient coin and took the black card: "Thank you."

Mu Cheng was stunned and he thought he was dreaming. "...no problem. "

Don't talk about Mu Cheng, even the old man in Tang suit is a little surprised, and his eyes couldn't help but be a little more inquisitive.

What made others even more surprised was that the management staff who basically didn't show up, came and spoke with a calm face.

"The underground market also has rules. Do you want to take back the things you sold? After receiving this person's permit, he will not be able to enter the underground market in the future."

After speaking, he turned around and bowed to the girl. "Sorry if you were frightened."

Ying Zijin put the black card in her pocket: "It's okay."

This six million is enough for awhile.

The manager breathed a sigh of relief. He turned around and instructed the security guard to take the young stall owner out.

Not far away, the bartender who had a full view of this scene was silent for a while, and said sincerely: "This kid you know seems to be a bit fierce."

Such weak looking little girl can kick a big man out.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Fu Yunshen curled his peachy eyes, "She's obviously well-behaved and cute."

The bartender: "..."

This filter is a bit too heavy.

But he was still puzzled: "Why didn't you go by yourself? Isn't it good for the hero to save the beauty?"

Do you have to let the management staff come?

Fu Yunshen moved his eyelashes and chuckled, "I can't go."

The bartender was taken aback, "Why?"

"Well--" Fu Yunshen groaned and laughed, "I want to take care of the children's emotions. After all, we have already said goodnight to each other two hours ago."

Wasn't it embarrassing to meet again in the underground market?

Although he had guessed that after hearing Nie Chao's words, she would come to the underground market, but he still waited to confirm this guess.

"..." The bartender was even more speechless, "I see that after you came back, your time is spent on pleasing women."

Even the little girl's mood has to be taken care of. He is a bit more careful.

He also wondered what this young master is planning to do by giving himself the image of a dude.

"What are you talking about?" Fu Yunshen lowered his head, "Do I need it?"

The bartender looked up-and-down at the man's face: "..."

**

On the other side, in an alley.

"Master, it would be nice if we came early." Mu Cheng said, "We wasted six million."

Although six million is not a big deal to them but it's still something that can be saved.

"It's not a waste." The old man waved his hand, and a smile appeared on his face, "At least I saw such an interesting little girl."

Mu Cheng quickly understood: "You mean her kick just now?"

"Yes." The old man said lightly, "And she didn't try her luck by picking up this ancient coin."

Mu Cheng hesitated: "Impossible..."

Even he had to observe it in the underground market for ten full days before finally confirming it is Qin silver coins.

He knew that Mu Heqing had no other hobbies after he retired. He just like collecting antiques and donating them to the National Museum.

Mu Heqing didn't say much and coughed a few times: "Let's go."

Mu Cheng followed and when he was about to ask again, he saw the old man covering his heart, his body suddenly convulsed and fell down.

Mu Cheng was taken aback and hurriedly stepped forward: "Master!"

This is bad. No one thought that Mu Heqing would fall ill at this time. They didn't even bring a doctor.

Mu Heqing's body has always been tough. But before retreating, he was shot near the position of the heart. Although he woke up, the root of the disease was left, and he would get sick from time to time.

But the operation was just done a while ago, so it shouldn't be so soon.

What should I do now?

Miss Meng is far away in the imperial capital. It would be too late by then.

Mu Cheng was sweaty with anxiety. He tremblingly went to get the medicine but he couldn't feed it.

Just when he was panicking, a voice rang from behind him.

"Don't hold his back, it will make it more difficult for him to breathe. Let him lie down."

Mu Cheng raised his head in surprise.

The girl was standing outside the alley with long and straight legs.

After a few steps, she squatted down, resting her hand on Mu Heqing's pulse, after a while her eyebrows frowned.

Mu Cheng finally reacted. He was shocked and angry when he saw the girl's behavior. He slammed her hand and sternly reprimanded: "Who let you touch him?"

What is Mu Heqing's identity?

No one can be held responsible if something goes wrong.

But his hand didn't reach at all and was slapped directly on the ground.

Mu Cheng took a deep breath and became even more angry: "What on earth do you want to do?"

Ying Zijin was still trying his pulse: "Save people."

Mu Cheng seemed to hear some funny words: "You?"

Except for Miss Meng, in the whole China, who would dare say they'd rescue Mu Heqing?