Chapter 9

There was a roar of laughter, and everyone around looked over.
Those eyes were scanning the girl's body unscrupulously, with evil intentions.
The girl didn't even look at him, her expression was indifferent.
She collected the ancient coins and prepared to leave.
Later, those sarcastic laughs were still lingering.
"Look, I told you to give me some face, but you made the little girl angry and ran back to cry to the adults. What should I do?"
"I do this for her own good, so that I can sharpen my character. It seems that she also..."
Before he finished speaking, a slightly anxious voice sounded.
"Miss, my husband wants to buy the Qin silver coin in your hand for six million for half a tael. I wonder if I can part with it?"
"..."
The smile on the young man's face froze, he couldn't believe what he heard.
What?
Six million for a coin that is readily available?
What are you kidding?
Other people watching the excitement were also a little confused, and they didn't come back to their senses for a long time.
Ying Zijin raised his eyebrows slightly and turned to look in the direction of the sound.
It was an old man wearing a Tang suit, with silver hair and beard, but his pace was steady and powerful as he walked, and his imposing aura remained undiminished.
The person who spoke earlier was a young man who was following the old man. He stepped forward and said in a negotiating tone: "If the price is not enough, you can add more."
In one word, it was a sensation.
"What kind of coin is that? Six million is not enough?"
"I thought I heard something like half a tael of Qin silver?"
"It's unlikely..."
"If it's really half a tael of Qin silver, it's really worth the price."
At an international auction a few years ago, the same Qin silver coin was sold for a high price of 7.6 million yuan.
"What's half a big tael of Qin silver?" The young man was furious, "This is what I picked up by the river. Do you think half a big tael of Qin silver is cabbage?"
If it was really Qin Yinzhi who was half a tael of money, wouldn't he become a joke?
The old man put his hands behind his back and said calmly, "Mu Cheng."
Mu Cheng understood and took out a document. It was a certificate with red letters written clearly on the white paper——
National cultural relic appraisal appraiser.
Level eight.
The highest level.
"..."
This certificate blocked all doubts and was like a loud slap on the face of the young stall owner.
Ying Zijin looked at the certificate seriously, thoughtfully. Sure enough, there are many new professions in the 21st century.
She nodded: "No need, the price is just right."
"Okay, thank you very much, Miss." Mu Cheng nodded and took out a black card, "The price here is six million, which is valid internationally."
There is a golden iris in the upper right corner of this black card.
Ying Zijin's eyes paused and the tips of his eyes raised slightly.
Well, good, the bank where she used to deposit her gold didn't fail.
"No, I won't sell it!" Seeing the black card, how could the young man still hold it back? He suddenly stepped forward to grab the ancient coin in the girl's hand, and said fiercely, "Bring it here!"
He picked it up, and the money should be his.
The girl had no expression, she just raised her right leg.
Very casual movements, showing a bit of carelessness.
But it was just such a kick that kicked the young man a few meters away.
"boom."
Everyone around was dumbfounded: "..."
Only then did Ying Zijin hand over the ancient coin and took the black card: "Thank you."
Mu Cheng was stunned, dreaming: "...No thanks."
Not to mention Mu Cheng, even the old man in Tang suit was a little startled, and his eyes were a little more inquiring.
What surprised others even more was that the management personnel who basically did not show their heads actually came and spoke with a sullen face.
"Underground markets also have rules for underground markets. Do you want to take back the things you sold? If you collect this person's permit, you will not be able to enter the underground market in the future."
After speaking, he turned around and bowed to the girl: "Sorry, I surprised you."
Ying Zijin put the black card into his pocket: "It's okay."
Six million is enough for a while.
Only then did the manager heave a sigh of relief, he turned around and directed the security guards to take the young stall owner out.
Not far away, the bartender who had a panoramic view of this scene was silent for a moment, and said sincerely: "This kid you know seems to be a bit fierce."
Such a weak little girl can kick out such a big man.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Fu Yunshen's peach blossom eyes were bent, "Obviously she is obedient and cute."
Bartender: "..."
This filter is a bit too heavy.
But he was still puzzled: "Why don't you go by yourself? Isn't it good for a hero to save the beauty?"
Do we have to do this extra thing and let the managers do it?
Fu Yunshen's eyelashes moved, and he smiled lightly: "I can't go."
The bartender was stunned: "Why?"
"Well——" Fu Yun pondered for a while, then smiled, "I have to take care of the children's emotions, after all, we only said good night to each other two hours ago."
Isn't it embarrassing to meet again in the underground market?
Although he had already guessed that she would come to the underground market after hearing what Nie Chao said, he waited for it.
"..." The bartender was even more speechless, "I see that after you came back, you spent all your time trying to please women."
Even this small mood has to be taken care of, I really can't be more careful.
He also wondered what this master was doing to give himself the image of a dandy.
"What are you talking about?" Fu Yunshen lowered his head, "Do I need it?"
The bartender looked at the man's upside-down face: "..."
**
On the other side, in an alley.
"Master, if only we had come earlier." Mu Cheng said, "Six million was wasted."
Although six million is nothing to them, it is always possible to save as much as possible.
"No waste." The old man waved his hand, with a smile on his face, "At least let me meet such an interesting little girl."
Mu Cheng quickly understood: "You mean her kick just now?"
"That's right." The old man said flatly, "And this ancient coin, she didn't just try her luck."
Mu Cheng hesitated: "It's impossible..."
Even he observed it in the underground market for ten days before finally confirming that it was Qin Yinzhi's half and two big coins.
He knew that Mu Heqing had no other hobbies after retiring, but he liked to collect antiques and donate them to the National Museum.
Mu Heqing didn't say much, 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, and suddenly his body collapsed and he fell down.
Mu Cheng was taken aback, and hurried forward: "Master!"
Too 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 strong, but before retreating, he was shot away from his heart. Although he woke up, the root cause of his illness was left, and he would get sick from time to time.
But I just had surgery a while ago, so it shouldn't happen so soon.
What to do now?
Miss Meng is far away in the imperial capital and there is no time.
Mu Cheng was so anxious that he was sweating. He went to get the medicine with trembling hands, but he couldn't get it in.
Just when he panicked, a voice sounded from behind him.
"Don't support his back, it will make it harder for him to breathe. Let him lie flat."
Mu Cheng raised his head in surprise.
The girl was standing outside the alley, with long and straight legs.
After taking a few steps closer, she squatted down, placed her hand on Mu Heqing's pulse, and moved her eyebrows.
Mu Cheng finally reacted. Seeing the girl's move, he was shocked and angry. He suddenly hit her hand and scolded her harshly: "Who told you to touch her?"
What is Mu Heqing's identity?
If something goes wrong, no one can be held responsible.
But his hand didn't reach it at all and hit the ground directly.
Mu Cheng took a breath and became even more angry: "What on earth do you want to do?"
Ying Zijin was still checking his pulse: "Save people."
Mu Cheng seemed to have heard something funny: "Just you?"
Besides Miss Meng, who else in the entire country of China dares to say that he will save Mu Heqing?