"Dad." The cat stopped him.

When Jiu Zhongsheng looked at the cat, she said, "I will advise my mother to return to Beijing. In addition, her illness will be cured."

Jiu Zhongsheng smiled, "You are right, she will be fine."

Jiu Zhongsheng walked into the alley and went straight to the flower shed.

Maomao was sitting in the car. She called Mr. Zheng and told him that she would not go to the antique exchange meeting tonight. Maomao now only recorded Mr. Zheng's mobile phone number, and Mr. Zheng is also the vice president of the Antique Chamber of Commerce.

Moreover, unlike Mu Jin, a vice president who is famous but has never seen anyone for many years, Mr. Zheng has been active in the Antique Chamber of Commerce for a long time and is very prestigious.

Mr. Zheng told her very readily that he would help her talk to the members of the antique exchange meeting.

“Meow~”

The black cat has been nestling in the seat calmly, and now it has slowly moved over and lying on the cat's legs.

The cat touched the black cat and thought about it for a while.

Ziying is her mother, but since she saw her, she has always been very calm, even though she knew that Ziying had a very difficult disease.

Of course, Maomao knew, but the real mother-daughter relationship was originally sweet and she could not empathize with it.

Jiu Zhongsheng could definitely see it, but he didn't say anything. In the end, he used a tone of discussion to persuade Ziying to go to Beijing...

"Cats should be a good person."

Maomao said that she was reminding herself that she had to take good care of Ziying.

It was still a few hours before her "school time" was reached, so Maomao did not wait here, but asked the bodyguard to drive to another place.

An hour later, an ordinary hotel in H City.

The bodyguard knocked on a door. When the door opened, a thin man stood inside crampedly.

"Please, please come in." The man quickly moved away and was a little nervous when he saw the tall and big bodyguard standing next to the cat.

The cat went in by itself.

She stood by the window without sitting, and said directly: "Daxia Dragon Bird Knife, can you give it to me?"

This person is the collector of the Daxia Dragon Crow Sword. His name is Wang Lin. Since he identified the Daxia Dragon Crow Sword at the antique exchange meeting yesterday, Wang Lin has not closed his eyes all day, so that there are still heavy dark circles behind his thick glasses.

While thinking that his disaster was about to end, he thought about the person who bid 50 million yesterday.

Finally waiting for the cat, Wang Lin asked anxiously: "Didn't you tell me to bid? Pay the money with one hand and the goods with the other hand."

After Wang Lin finished speaking, his head was so nervous that he was sweating! This was the first time he had negotiated such a big deal with someone!

Many people have looked for him today, and the price they paid is not low, but he refused cruelly.

Maomao looked at Wang Lin and suddenly laughed, "Oh, do you really think I will ask you to offer a price?"

"You, didn't you say that yesterday? Do you want to regret it?" Wang Lin said in horror.

Maomao slowly shook her head, "No, I was going to buy it, but you figured it out, you repent first. Maomao hates people who don't keep their words."

If the cat hadn't stopped it yesterday, Wang Lin would have sold the Daxia Dragon Bird Knife to someone else for 50 million!

Wang Lin didn't expect Maomao to say this, and he became louder, "But I didn't sell it in the end! Why, do you want to force it to rob?"

As he said that, Wang Lin suddenly ran to the door.

However, the bodyguard also stood at the door in an instant and glared at him.

Wang Lin retreated in fear and panicked in an instant, "You, you are the president of the Antique Chamber of Commerce. If you dare to rob, aren't you afraid that the police will arrest you? Let me tell you, I want 50 million. If you can't give it, I won't give it to you, even the Daxia Dragon Bird Knife!"

Maomao sighed and said, "If I hadn't told you, would you know that the knife was the Daxia Dragon Bird Knife?"

Wang Lin shouted: "So what! It's mine anyway!"

The cat looked at Wang Lin, who was shaking his legs, and said calmly: "You really don't understand. The Daxia Dragon Bird Knife is an imperial knife. It hurts people. Your ancestors are sword guardians. They will sacrifice their lives for the swords when they are less than 30 years old.

It’s useless for you to sell to anyone, this won’t change the fact that you are a knife guardian, oh by the way, and your son who has just been born for half a year.”

When Wang Lin heard Maomao talk about his son, he roared excitedly: "What do you want to do to my son?"

Maomao said: "It's not what I want to do, but that your family has such a fate."
Chapter completed!