There was roaring laughter, and everyone around looked over.

Those eyes were scanning the girl's body unscrupulously, with no good 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’s everywhere?

Are you kidding me?

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 his head to look in the direction where the sound came from.

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 did not diminish.

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 had half a tael of money, wouldn't he have 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 clear words written in red on 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 carefully and thought 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, "This is six million, which is valid internationally."

In the upper right corner of this black card, there is a golden iris.

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

Well, that's good, the bank where she used to deposit her gold didn't collapse.

"No, I won't sell it!" Seeing the black card, how could the young man still hold it back? He rushed forward to grab the ancient coins from 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.

It was a very casual movement, showing a bit of carelessness.

But with just such a kick, the young man was kicked several meters away.

"boom."

Everyone around was dumbfounded: "..."

Ying Zijin then handed over the ancient coins 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 surprised and his eyes were a little more probing.

What surprised others even more was that the manager who basically kept his head off actually came and spoke with a stern face.

"Underground markets also have underground market rules. Do you want to take back the things you have sold? If you collect this person's permit, you will not be able to enter the underground market in the future."

After saying that, he turned around again and bowed to the girl: "I'm sorry for frightening you."

Ying Zijin put the black card into his pocket: "It's okay."

Six million is enough for a while.

The manager breathed 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 a bit fierce."

Such a weak little girl could actually kick such a grown man out.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Fu Yunshen's peach blossom eyes narrowed, "You are obviously well-behaved 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 a beautiful woman?"

Do we have to do this extra thing and let the management do it?

Fu Yunshen's eyelashes twitched and he chuckled: "I can't go."

The bartender was stunned: "Why?"

"Well -" Fu Yun thought for a moment and then smiled, "I have to take care of the children's emotions. After all, we just said good night to each other two hours ago."

We met again in the underground market. Wouldn't it be embarrassing?

Although he had already guessed that she would come to the underground market after hearing Nie Chao's words, he waited just in time.

"..." The bartender was even more speechless, "You are indeed the most handsome man in Shanghai. I think you spent all your time on how to please women."

I have to take care of even this little thing, I really can't be more careful.

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

The bartender looked at the man's face that confounded all living beings: "..."

**

On the other side, in an alley.

"Master, it would be better if we came earlier." Mu Cheng said, "Six million was wasted."

Although six million is nothing to them, they still save money when they can.

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

Mu Cheng quickly understood: "Are you referring to the kick she just kicked?"

"That's right." The old man said calmly, "And she didn't just pick up this ancient coin and try her luck."

Mu Cheng hesitated: "It's impossible..."

Even he spent ten days observing the underground market before finally confirming that it was half a tael of Qin silver.

He knew that Mu Heqing had no other hobbies after he retired, except that he liked to collect antiques and donate them to the National Museum.

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

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

Mu Cheng was shocked and hurriedly stepped forward: "Master!"

Too bad, no one expected 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 behind, 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?
To be continued...