When he arrived at the antique store, Jinhua saw that the store door was closed.
He immediately changed his mind and sent the coachman away with a few polite words.
It's not like Humpty Dumpty to close the shop tomorrow and refuse to take any business.
I'm afraid something might happen.
She took out the key from her bag and was about to open the shop, but when she got closer to the shop, she realized that the door was not locked.
Knowing that there was someone in the store, she clasped her fingers together and prepared to knock on the door.
There was a noise inside the door, and something seemed wrong.
With a stir, Jinhua stopped her right hand that was about to knock on the door.
She held her breath and pressed against the shop floor, listening carefully.
It was not the voices of the trio of tomb robbers and Donghuang Taiyi.
There are strangers in the shop However, amid the noise, there was a sound of footsteps walking towards the door.
Although the footsteps were deliberately soft, there was still the sound of the scraping of shoe soles against the cement floor, which was not difficult to distinguish.
Jinhua hurriedly stood up straight, and sure enough, the door was opened from the inside, and a shiny head like a shaved winter melon was revealed from the dim crack in the door.
A pair of gleaming eyes shot toward Jinhua with the ups and downs of his head.
The man looked at her from head to toe, then slowly leaned out from the crack in the door and closed the door.
"Miss, if there is anything you want to buy, please let me know and come over as soon as possible.
I will keep the things for you.
Today, our boss has said that there will be no business."
Winter Melon Head said slowly and calmly.
Jinhua saw that he had thick eyebrows, big eyes and an upturned nose, and that he looked like an honest man.
She couldn't help but take another look at him.
This glance was captured by a pair of deep and shrewd eyes, but the man only looked at her once. , then moved his eyes away.
Although Jinhua meant no offense, he couldn't help but look the man up and down.
Looking at this man, he looked about twenty years old.
His bald head made him look quite strong.
His skin was taut and he looked like a trainer, but his skin was strangely white, and his pale and bluish color seemed to be different.
Common days are normal.
And his hands were as thin as bones covered only by a layer of skin.
When Jinhua looked at him, he was stroking a piece of blood-green jade pendant in his hand.
The blood-green jade had oily red hair.
It looked like he was older than him, or he loved this jade pendant very much.
After looking around, Jinhua made a rough guess about the person's identity.
There is a record of the Blood Qin Jade in the book left by the lame old man.
It is said that this jade was forcibly stuffed into a person's mouth when he was just buried.
It is often a blood Qin Jade that lasts for thousands of years.
It is priceless on the market, and it is It is a psychic object.
Very few ordinary tomb robbers are willing to take the trouble to get this blood jade, except for those who are brave and skilled.
Jinhua's eyes lingered on the jade pendant in the man's hand, and then quickly moved away.
She remembered what Du Yuesheng said earlier, saying that the boss in Nanjing would come to Shanghai in person.
Could this person be the one from Nanjing?
Jin Hua was just speculating in his mind when the man spoke: "Miss, if you have nothing else to do, I won't bother you."
After saying that, he turned around to open the door and go in.
Jinhua quickly grabbed his arm with one hand.
He stopped, tilted his head and glanced in the direction of her hand.
There was a hint of undisguised ridicule in that cold glance.
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When Jinhua looked at him like this, she knew that she was being rude and quickly let go of his hand.
This man had a strong aura that made her a little afraid.
Just as Jin Hua was feeling annoyed, he turned around again and asked with a gentle face: "Miss, if there is anything you want, please tell me quickly.
Our boss is holding a party inside."
Looking at the gentle and approachable Winter Melon head in front of him, Jinhua couldn't tell whether his previous cold glance was due to his own deception.
"I don't know, my brother is from Nanjing."
Although he hesitated, Jinhua still asked.
The man looked at her, his eyes stayed on her face for a few seconds, and he touched the bulge on her waist without revealing anything.
Even though he was still gentle, looking at her with a gentle smile.
But Jinhua always felt like his eyes were wandering on his body, just like the feeling of being spied on.
"Anyone who does business will not leave his hometown.
This young lady is joking."
The long silence was finally broken, and Jinhua felt that his heart, gripped by the oppressive atmosphere, dropped.
"I am an old acquaintance with the owner here.
Please tell me, brother, that it is a young lady named Rong."
The man's hands dropped from his waist and he responded: "Okay."
Soon, the door was opened, and the man came out, looked at her, expressionless, and made way for her: "Miss Rong, please come in."
Jinhua was more nervous than ever before, and a layer of sweat formed in her palms.
The room was dark, with a row of people sitting in a dense crowd.
Jinhua watched her shadow turn into blackness as the door closed.
She secretly took a deep breath and calmed down.
Most of the people in this row were sizing her up, and some who couldn't hold themselves back had already spoken.
A voice accompanied by a sneer of laughter sounded, "Yo, you're a little girl."
Immediately afterwards, there was another voice: "Fourth, she is still a pretty girl."
"Shut up, you guys, don't scare this beautiful girl."
Laughter and noise were endless, and some of them included some obscene words.
People Jinhua came into contact with, such as the lame old man and the short and fat man, rarely used foul language in front of her.
She really didn't know if she could bear this situation.
However, it was her usual style to suffer even if she couldn't bear it, so when she saw no reaction, the room quickly became quiet again.
The room was very quiet, in complete contrast to the noise just now.
This silent atmosphere was like walking on an empty and dark street late at night, making people's hair stand on end and frightening.
There was a person in the hall who couldn't help but look at her with interest.
He was holding a small teacup in his hand, playing with it while drinking tea.
Tasting tea was originally an elegant thing, but he interpreted it as a fun thing to drink.
"Miss Rong, Mr.
Cheng is offering tea instead of wine to Miss Rong."
If nothing unexpected happens, this person is probably the boss from Nanjing.
Jinhua looked at the cup that was stretched out, and when he looked over, he was surprised to see a big fox wagging its tail looking at him with an unfathomable expression.
His hand shook, and the cup dropped to the ground.
"This is the celadon that was brought out from the tomb of the Tang Dynasty.
Master Cheng is usually very precious."
A pair of delicate and shiny hands pushed towards Jinhua.
"Qiu Yan, don't be rude."
Although Mr.
Cheng scolded the little girl pushing Jinhua, his tone was a bit encouraging.
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After listening to Master Cheng's words, the little girl pushed harder.
Jinhua looked at Master Cheng who looked interested and expressionlessly grabbed the little girl's slap again.
"Why, you broke my things and want to bully my people?"
Meeting those narrow eyes, Jinhua lowered his eyes.
"Jinhua didn't mean that" Mr.
Cheng sneered: "Then what do you mean?
Why don't we ask Mr.
Du?"
Before she could lift Du Yuesheng out, she let him take advantage of her.
"These are my people.
Your people have gone to invite Mr.
Du.
We will go to the grave and divide things according to the head.
I believe in Mr.
Du's character, so I will let Mr.
Du bear witness."
Jinhua looked at Mr.
Cheng and clenched her hands.
If Mr.
Cheng tried to show her off first, she would be in trouble.
He was now warning her that she was weak and not to act rashly. sjgsf0916: