Chapter 9
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The laughter rang out and the people around looked at it.
Those eyes were sweeping the girl's body with no scruples.
The girl didn't give a look, and she was indifferent.
She collected the coins and was ready to leave.
In the back, those sarcastic laughter are still reluctant.
"Look, I've given you some face. How can you make the little girl angry and run back to cry for the adults?"
"I'm doing her good. Only in this way can I sharpen my heart. It seems that she is also..."
Before he finished speaking, a slightly urgent voice rang out.
"Miss, my master has come up with six million yuan to buy this Qin silver coin in your hand. I don't know if I can give it up?"
“……”
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?
Other onlookers were also a little confused and didn't come back for a long time.
Ying Son Jin tiny a pick eyebrow, turn a head to hope to the direction that the voice spreads.
It was an old man in Tang Dynasty costume with silver hair, but his pace was steady and powerful.
What he said before was a young man following the old man. When he came forward, he said, "if the price is not enough, it can be increased."
In a word, it was a sensation.
"What kind of coin is that? Six million is not enough?"
"I thought I heard it just now. What kind of Qin Silver Half liang?"
"It's impossible..."
"If it's really half a liang of Qin silver, it's really worth the price."
At an international auction a few years ago, it was also a Qin Silver Half Liang coin, which finally sold at a high price of 7.6 million yuan.
"What's half a liang of Qin silver?" The young man was furious. "This is what I picked up by the river. Do you think Qin Yinzhi's half Liang is cabbage?"
If it's really half a liang of Qin's silver, won't he become a joke?
The old man carried his hands on his back and said, "Mu Cheng."
Mu Chengyi took out a document, which was a certificate, clearly written in red and white -
national cultural relics appraiser.
Grade eight.
The highest level.
“……”
This certificate blocked all the doubts, just like a loud slap on the face of the young stall owner.
Ying Zijin looked at the certificate seriously, and thought deeply. Sure enough, there are many new occupations in the 21st century.
She nodded: "no, the price is just right."
"Well, thank you, miss." Mu Cheng nodded, took out a black card, "here is six million, international general."
In the upper right corner of this black card, there is a golden iris.
Ying Son Jin Mou light dun dun, the tip of the eye tiny a Yang rises.
Well, that's good. The bank where she used to deposit gold didn't fail.
"No, I won't sell it!" Seeing the black card, how could the young man still bear it? He suddenly stepped forward and wanted to grab the old coin in the girl's hand. He acted fiercely and said, "take it!"
He picked it up, and the money should be his.
The girl has no expression. She just raises her right leg.
Very casual action, with a bit of carelessness.
However, such a kick directly kicked the youth out a few meters away.
"Bang."
The people around me were so stupid
Ying Zijin just handed over the coin and took the black card: "thank you."
Mu Cheng was stunned and dreamy Thank you
Not to mention Mu Cheng, even the old man in Tang costume was a little surprised, and his eyes were a little more explored.
What surprised other people even more was that the manager who basically didn't show up came and spoke calmly.
"The underground market also has its rules. Do you want to take back what you sell? You can't enter the underground market after taking this person's license. "
Then he turned around and bowed to the girl: "I'm sorry, I surprised you."
Ying Zijin put the black card in his pocket: "it's OK."
Six million. That's enough time.
The manager breathed a sigh of relief. He turned around and directed the security guard to put up the young stall owner.
Not far away, the bartender, who had a panoramic view of the scene, was silent for a moment and said sincerely: "this child you know seems to be a little fierce."
Such a weak girl can kick out such a big man.
"What nonsense?" Fu Yunshen's peach blossom eyes curved, "Mingming is lovely and lovely."
Bartender
It's a bit too heavy a filter.
But he still didn't understand: "why don't you go by yourself? Isn't it good for heroes to save beauty? "Do you have to do too much and let the management do it?
Fu Yun deep eyelashes moved, smile: "I can't go."
Bartender a Leng: "why?"
"Well," Fu Yun pondered and laughed, "I want to take care of the children's emotions. After all, we said good night to each other two hours ago."
Isn't it embarrassing to meet you again in the underground market?
Although he had already guessed that she would come to the underground market after hearing Nie Chao's words, he was waiting for the right time.
“……” The bartender was even more speechless. "I think when you come back, time will be used to please women."
Even this little mood has to be taken care of. I really can't be more careful.
He also wondered what the master had done to make himself a dandy.
"What are you talking about?" Fu Yun bowed his head, "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, "wasted six million in vain."
Although six million is nothing to them, it can be saved.
"No waste." The old man waved his hand and a smile appeared on his face. "At least let me see such an interesting little girl."
Mu Cheng quickly understood: "you mean she just did that?"
"Not bad." The old man said faintly, "and this ancient coin, she's not picking it up and taking a chance."
Mu Cheng hesitated: "it's impossible..."
Even he, after observing the underground market for ten days, finally confirmed that it was Qin Yinzhi's half liang of money.
He knew that after Mu Heqing retired, he had no other hobbies. He just liked collecting antiques and donating them to the National Museum.
Mu Heqing also did not say much, coughed a few: "gone."
Mu Cheng keeps up with him. When he is about to ask again, he sees the old man covering his heart. Suddenly, he has a spasm and falls down.
Mu Cheng was so surprised that he stepped forward quickly: "master!"
Oh, no one thought that Mu Heqing would be ill at this time. They didn't even bring the doctor with them.
Mu Heqing's body has always been strong, but before he retreated, he was shot away from his heart. Although he woke up, he fell ill and sometimes fell ill.
But I just had an operation a few days ago. It shouldn't be so fast.
What can we do now?
Miss Meng is far away from the imperial capital. It's too late.
Mu Cheng is sweating. He shakes his hands to get the medicine, but he can't feed it.
Just when he panicked, a voice sounded from behind him.
"Don't hold your back. It'll make it harder for him to breathe. Let him lie flat."
Mu Cheng raised his head in surprise.
The girl stood outside the alley, her legs long and straight.
After a few steps closer, she squatted down, put her hand on Mu Heqing's pulse, and moved her eyebrows.
Mu Cheng finally responded. Seeing the girl's action, he was surprised and angry. He hit her hand and scolded: "who let you touch it?"
What is mu Heqing's identity?
No one can be held responsible for what happened.
But his hand didn't reach it at all, and he patted it on the ground.
Mu Cheng took a breath, more angry: "what do you want to do?"
Ying Zijin is still trying his pulse: "save people."
Mu Cheng seemed to hear something funny: "just you?"
Besides Miss Meng, who dares to treat Mu Heqing in China?
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The laughter rang out and the people around looked at it.
Those eyes were sweeping the girl's body with no scruples.
The girl didn't give a look, and she was indifferent.
She collected the coins and was ready to leave.
In the back, those sarcastic laughter are still reluctant.
"Look, I've given you some face. How can you make the little girl angry and run back to cry for the adults?"
"I'm doing her good. Only in this way can I sharpen my heart. It seems that she is also..."
Before he finished speaking, a slightly urgent voice rang out.
"Miss, my master has come up with six million yuan to buy this Qin silver coin in your hand. I don't know if I can give it up?"
“……”
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?
Other onlookers were also a little confused and didn't come back for a long time.
Ying Son Jin tiny a pick eyebrow, turn a head to hope to the direction that the voice spreads.
It was an old man in Tang Dynasty costume with silver hair, but his pace was steady and powerful.
What he said before was a young man following the old man. When he came forward, he said, "if the price is not enough, it can be increased."
In a word, it was a sensation.
"What kind of coin is that? Six million is not enough?"
"I thought I heard it just now. What kind of Qin Silver Half liang?"
"It's impossible..."
"If it's really half a liang of Qin silver, it's really worth the price."
At an international auction a few years ago, it was also a Qin Silver Half Liang coin, which finally sold at a high price of 7.6 million yuan.
"What's half a liang of Qin silver?" The young man was furious. "This is what I picked up by the river. Do you think Qin Yinzhi's half Liang is cabbage?"
If it's really half a liang of Qin's silver, won't he become a joke?
The old man carried his hands on his back and said, "Mu Cheng."
Mu Chengyi took out a document, which was a certificate, clearly written in red and white -
national cultural relics appraiser.
Grade eight.
The highest level.
“……”
This certificate blocked all the doubts, just like a loud slap on the face of the young stall owner.
Ying Zijin looked at the certificate seriously, and thought deeply. Sure enough, there are many new occupations in the 21st century.
She nodded: "no, the price is just right."
"Well, thank you, miss." Mu Cheng nodded, took out a black card, "here is six million, international general."
In the upper right corner of this black card, there is a golden iris.
Ying Son Jin Mou light dun dun, the tip of the eye tiny a Yang rises.
Well, that's good. The bank where she used to deposit gold didn't fail.
"No, I won't sell it!" Seeing the black card, how could the young man still bear it? He suddenly stepped forward and wanted to grab the old coin in the girl's hand. He acted fiercely and said, "take it!"
He picked it up, and the money should be his.
The girl has no expression. She just raises her right leg.
Very casual action, with a bit of carelessness.
However, such a kick directly kicked the youth out a few meters away.
"Bang."
The people around me were so stupid
Ying Zijin just handed over the coin and took the black card: "thank you."
Mu Cheng was stunned and dreamy Thank you
Not to mention Mu Cheng, even the old man in Tang costume was a little surprised, and his eyes were a little more explored.
What surprised other people even more was that the manager who basically didn't show up came and spoke calmly.
"The underground market also has its rules. Do you want to take back what you sell? You can't enter the underground market after taking this person's license. "
Then he turned around and bowed to the girl: "I'm sorry, I surprised you."
Ying Zijin put the black card in his pocket: "it's OK."
Six million. That's enough time.
The manager breathed a sigh of relief. He turned around and directed the security guard to put up the young stall owner.
Not far away, the bartender, who had a panoramic view of the scene, was silent for a moment and said sincerely: "this child you know seems to be a little fierce."
Such a weak girl can kick out such a big man.
"What nonsense?" Fu Yunshen's peach blossom eyes curved, "Mingming is lovely and lovely."
Bartender
It's a bit too heavy a filter.
But he still didn't understand: "why don't you go by yourself? Isn't it good for heroes to save beauty? "Do you have to do too much and let the management do it?
Fu Yun deep eyelashes moved, smile: "I can't go."
Bartender a Leng: "why?"
"Well," Fu Yun pondered and laughed, "I want to take care of the children's emotions. After all, we said good night to each other two hours ago."
Isn't it embarrassing to meet you again in the underground market?
Although he had already guessed that she would come to the underground market after hearing Nie Chao's words, he was waiting for the right time.
“……” The bartender was even more speechless. "I think when you come back, time will be used to please women."
Even this little mood has to be taken care of. I really can't be more careful.
He also wondered what the master had done to make himself a dandy.
"What are you talking about?" Fu Yun bowed his head, "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, "wasted six million in vain."
Although six million is nothing to them, it can be saved.
"No waste." The old man waved his hand and a smile appeared on his face. "At least let me see such an interesting little girl."
Mu Cheng quickly understood: "you mean she just did that?"
"Not bad." The old man said faintly, "and this ancient coin, she's not picking it up and taking a chance."
Mu Cheng hesitated: "it's impossible..."
Even he, after observing the underground market for ten days, finally confirmed that it was Qin Yinzhi's half liang of money.
He knew that after Mu Heqing retired, he had no other hobbies. He just liked collecting antiques and donating them to the National Museum.
Mu Heqing also did not say much, coughed a few: "gone."
Mu Cheng keeps up with him. When he is about to ask again, he sees the old man covering his heart. Suddenly, he has a spasm and falls down.
Mu Cheng was so surprised that he stepped forward quickly: "master!"
Oh, no one thought that Mu Heqing would be ill at this time. They didn't even bring the doctor with them.
Mu Heqing's body has always been strong, but before he retreated, he was shot away from his heart. Although he woke up, he fell ill and sometimes fell ill.
But I just had an operation a few days ago. It shouldn't be so fast.
What can we do now?
Miss Meng is far away from the imperial capital. It's too late.
Mu Cheng is sweating. He shakes his hands to get the medicine, but he can't feed it.
Just when he panicked, a voice sounded from behind him.
"Don't hold your back. It'll make it harder for him to breathe. Let him lie flat."
Mu Cheng raised his head in surprise.
The girl stood outside the alley, her legs long and straight.
After a few steps closer, she squatted down, put her hand on Mu Heqing's pulse, and moved her eyebrows.
Mu Cheng finally responded. Seeing the girl's action, he was surprised and angry. He hit her hand and scolded: "who let you touch it?"
What is mu Heqing's identity?
No one can be held responsible for what happened.
But his hand didn't reach it at all, and he patted it on the ground.
Mu Cheng took a breath, more angry: "what do you want to do?"
Ying Zijin is still trying his pulse: "save people."
Mu Cheng seemed to hear something funny: "just you?"
Besides Miss Meng, who dares to treat Mu Heqing in China?
The laughter rang out and the people around looked at it. Those eyes were sweeping the girl's body with no scruples. The girl didn't give a look, and she was indifferent. She collected the coins and was ready to leave. In the back, those sarcastic laughter are still reluctant. "Look, I've given you some face. How can you make the little girl angry and run back to cry for the adults?" "I'm doing her good. Only in this way can I sharpen my heart. It seems that she is also..." Before he finished speaking, a slightly urgent voice rang out. "Miss, my master has come up with six million yuan to buy this Qin silver coin in your hand. I don't know if I can give it up?" 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? Other onlookers were also a little confused and didn't come back for a long time. Ying Son Jin tiny a pick eyebrow, turn a head to hope to the direction that the voice spreads. It was an old man in Tang Dynasty costume with silver hair, but his pace was steady and powerful. What he said before was a young man following the old man. When he came forward, he said, "if the price is not enough, it can be increased." In a word, it was a sensation. "What kind of coin is that? Six million is not enough?" "I thought I heard it just now. What kind of Qin Silver Half liang?" "It's impossible..." "If it's really half a liang of Qin silver, it's really worth the price." At an international auction a few years ago, it was also a Qin Silver Half Liang coin, which finally sold at a high price of 7.6 million yuan. "What's half a liang of Qin silver?" The young man was furious. "This is what I picked up by the river. Do you think Qin Yinzhi's half Liang is cabbage?" If it's really half a liang of Qin's silver, won't he become a joke? The old man carried his hands on his back and said, "Mu Cheng." Mu Chengyi took out a document, which was a certificate, clearly written in red and white - national cultural relics appraiser. Grade eight. The highest level. This certificate blocked all the doubts, just like a loud slap on the face of the young stall owner. Ying Zijin looked at the certificate seriously, and thought deeply. Sure enough, there are many new occupations in the 21st century. She nodded: "no, the price is just right." "Well, thank you, miss." Mu Cheng nodded, took out a black card, "here is six million, international general." In the upper right corner of this black card, there is a golden iris. Ying Son Jin Mou light dun dun, the tip of the eye tiny a Yang rises. Well, that's good. The bank where she used to deposit gold didn't fail. "No, I won't sell it!" Seeing the black card, how could the young man still bear it? He suddenly stepped forward and wanted to grab the old coin in the girl's hand. He acted fiercely and said, "take it!" He picked it up, and the money should be his. The girl has no expression. She just raises her right leg. Very casual action, with a bit of carelessness. However, such a kick directly kicked the youth out a few meters away. "Bang." The people around me were so stupid Ying Zijin just handed over the coin and took the black card: "thank you." Mu Cheng was stunned and dreamy Thank you Not to mention Mu Cheng, even the old man in Tang costume was a little surprised, and his eyes were a little more explored. What surprised other people even more was that the manager who basically didn't show up came and spoke calmly. "The underground market also has its rules. Do you want to take back what you sell? You can't enter the underground market after taking this person's license. " Then he turned around and bowed to the girl: "I'm sorry, I surprised you." Ying Zijin put the black card in his pocket: "it's OK." Six million. That's enough time. The manager breathed a sigh of relief. He turned around and directed the security guard to put up the young stall owner. Not far away, the bartender, who had a panoramic view of the scene, was silent for a moment and said sincerely: "this child you know seems to be a little fierce." Such a weak girl can kick out such a big man. "What nonsense?" Fu Yunshen's peach blossom eyes curved, "Mingming is lovely and lovely." Bartender It's a bit too heavy a filter. But he still didn't understand: "why don't you go by yourself? Isn't it good for heroes to save beauty? "Do you have to do too much and let the management do it? Fu Yun deep eyelashes moved, smile: "I can't go." Bartender a Leng: "why?" "Well," Fu Yun pondered and laughed, "I want to take care of the children's emotions. After all, we said good night to each other two hours ago." Isn't it embarrassing to meet you again in the underground market? Although he had already guessed that she would come to the underground market after hearing Nie Chao's words, he was waiting for the right time. The bartender was even more speechless. "I think when you come back, time will be used to please women." Even this little mood has to be taken care of. I really can't be more careful. He also wondered what the master had done to make himself a dandy. "What are you talking about?" Fu Yun bowed his head, "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, "wasted six million in vain." Although six million is nothing to them, it can be saved. "No waste." The old man waved his hand and a smile appeared on his face. "At least let me see such an interesting little girl." Mu Cheng quickly understood: "you mean she just did that?" "Not bad." The old man said faintly, "and this ancient coin, she's not picking it up and taking a chance." Mu Cheng hesitated: "it's impossible..." Even he, after observing the underground market for ten days, finally confirmed that it was Qin Yinzhi's half liang of money. He knew that after Mu Heqing retired, he had no other hobbies. He just liked collecting antiques and donating them to the National Museum. Mu Heqing also did not say much, coughed a few: "gone." Mu Cheng keeps up with him. When he is about to ask again, he sees the old man covering his heart. Suddenly, he has a spasm and falls down. Mu Cheng was so surprised that he stepped forward quickly: "master!" Oh, no one thought that Mu Heqing would be ill at this time. They didn't even bring the doctor with them. Mu Heqing's body has always been strong, but before he retreated, he was shot away from his heart. Although he woke up, he fell ill and sometimes fell ill. But I just had an operation a few days ago. It shouldn't be so fast. What can we do now? Miss Meng is far away from the imperial capital. It's too late. Mu Cheng is sweating. He shakes his hands to get the medicine, but he can't feed it. Just when he panicked, a voice sounded from behind him. "Don't hold your back. It'll make it harder for him to breathe. Let him lie flat." Mu Cheng raised his head in surprise. The girl stood outside the alley, her legs long and straight. After a few steps closer, she squatted down, put her hand on Mu Heqing's pulse, and moved her eyebrows. Mu Cheng finally responded. Seeing the girl's action, he was surprised and angry. He hit her hand and scolded: "who let you touch it?" What is mu Heqing's identity? No one can be held responsible for what happened. But his hand didn't reach it at all, and he patted it on the ground. Mu Cheng took a breath, more angry: "what do you want to do?" Ying Zijin is still trying his pulse: "save people." Mu Cheng seemed to hear something funny: "just you?" Besides Miss Meng, who dares to treat Mu Heqing in China?
