Guan Xinci sighed and said with a serious expression:
"The Diao family in Kyoto is a century-old family with a complex force. They are engaged in finance, industry, technology and other industries. They control the national economic lifeline, and the family group's assets are less than tens of billions."
After pausing, he said:
"The most important thing is that Diao Hongguo is a big figure in business and politics, with a huge power. If such a person personally talks with you, you don't appreciate it. I'm also hilarious. If the Diao family really wants to kill you, no matter how you die, you won't die.
Know."
"Listen to my advice, Diao family, can't you afford to offend me?"
After listening to it, Zhang Yiming held his chin and thought.
"No wonder Diao Deyao is so arrogant and domineering."
Careful and kind words:
"Diao Hongguo won't let go of this matter. You should listen to me and go out to hide."
Zhang Yiming insisted:
"I'll be afraid of him, at worst I can kill you!"
Guan Xinci said angrily:
"Dad and mom are stubborn and beaten up, Ignore you!"
Zhang Yiming knew she was worried about herself.
"It's okay, anyway, I'm not afraid of him wearing shoes. At worst, I can fight to the end!"
At this time, Guanxinci's cell phone rang, and after the phone was connected.
"Hey, leader?"
Guan Xinci hurriedly walked aside and chatted for a while "yes, yes".
"Okay. Leader."
Guan Xinci hung up the phone, turned to Zhang Yiming and said:
"I have an urgent task now, so I have to go back to Kyoto immediately. You have to be careful. If you have any problems, please contact the old leader and he will help you."
After the words fell, he hurriedly left.
Before Zhang Yiming could come and said goodbye, Guan Xinci had already left.
...
Inside the rental house.
Zhang Yiming sat on the sofa, recalling Guan Xinci's words. Now he must have faced the Diao family, and from now on, he will be facing the top of his head and never stop until death.
However, his mysterious Immortal Lord was not afraid of any moves!
But now there is a question right now.
What to do?
Let’s get rid of poverty and get rich first!
"But where can I get some money?"
Ghost market.
It is already 2:30 in the morning, stand up and move your arms and legs.
It takes half an hour to get to Ghost Market. Now it’s time to drive there.
With the memories in my mind, I arrived at the Ghost Market half an hour later.
It was still as lively as before. Zhang Yiming was alone, walking around and walking slowly, and from time to time I miss and care in my mind.
Suddenly, he saw a small stall next to him, and there was something good!
Previously, the eight extraordinary meridians and eight meridians of Qi were opened before. It was a very intuitive benefit. When Qi was used in the eyes, he could see the pearly and treasure qi emitted by the antiques.
As long as it is an antique, it has more or less a historical atmosphere.
Qi can be clearly distinguished but cannot create falsehood.
Zhang Yiming walked to the stall and squatted down, picking and choosing, showing that he had no goals to choose.
After covering up for a long time, I picked up the porcelain bottle, a snuff bottle of a little vintage, and asked:
"Boss, how much does this cost?"
The boss was busy receiving other guests at this time, and the deal was about to be completed. He had no time to pay attention to Zhang Yiming and said casually:
"The snuff bottle costs 500 yuan, and it is not a bargaining price."
Before Zhang Yiming paid, he asked tentatively:
"Boss, please give me your book of the Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic?"
The boss was still talking to the customers here and took the time to reply to Zhang Yiming.
"It's not worth it anyway, take it away."
Zhang Yiming picked up the Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic, held the snuff bottle, and his nervous heart was about to jump out. After paying the money, he got up and left.
Unexpectedly, just as I was about to leave, I was blocked by a man wearing patches.
"Don't leave now."
Blocking Zhang Yiming's way, he said anxiously:
"I'll give this book to me, it's all for free anyway."
Zhang Yiming glanced at the tattered man with disgust.
He was about twenty-three or four years old, with a slightly fat figure, a dirty face and fluffy hair, as if he hadn't taken a shower for several days, and he was like a beggar who looked like he was a beggar.
"Are you sick?"
Zhang Yiming was confused by this man, who is he?
Where did it come out? Isn't it mentally ill?
"What are you doing? Get out of the way."
The man refused to give in:
"Anyway, this book is for free, let me show you the head office?"
Zhang Yiming was even more sure that this person was sick.
"You have a brain disease, right?"
"Get out of here."
The man did not give in.
"I bought this book and sold it to me for five hundred!"
Zhang Yiming nervously put the book in his arms and protected him tightly.
“Not selling.”
The man said again:
"Five hundred won't work, what about five thousand?"
"I don't sell it for much."
On the side, the stall owner heard the argument and looked at the two of them in surprise.
Seeing the two arguing like this, the boss's eyelids kept beating, and he was confused, could he have gone through thunder?
The more I thought about it, the more I became, the more I was wrong, and said to Zhang Yiming:
"I'll give you five hundred, I'll buy it back."
Zhang Yiming said anxiously:
"I won't sell him if he gives me five thousand. Can I sell you if you give me five hundred?"
The boss gritted his teeth, "Then I will give you five thousand too."
At this time, the person next to him stopped the boss and whispered:
"You are stupid. You can't see such a low game. Maybe they are in the same group!"
The boss thought about it again and said that it was a version of the "Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic" published during the Republic of China period. It has been in his hands for so long that he has figured out what tricks he has, so he can't know if there is anything.
"Haha, yes, I almost said."
Zhang Yiming said in a daze:
"I didn't do anything, I won't sell this book!"
After saying that, he pushed the man in the way and was about to leave with great strides.
Unexpectedly, the man chased him closely, like a dog-skin plaster, and followed Zhang Yiming all the time.
"Wait for me."
"Brother, just sell it to me, please."
Zhang Yiming was almost annoyed by this strange man. In order to avoid entanglement, he quickly entered the car and was about to drive away.
At the same time, the man sat in the passenger seat like a loach.
A hippie smiled:
"Follow the truth, do you know that this book has hidden mystery?"
Zhang Yiming's eyebrows were slightly tumbling and he asked cautiously:
"How did you see it?"
The man changed his appearance just now, bowed with fists and introduced himself:
"I am the 36th generation descendant of Mayi, and my name is Zhu Youqian."
Zhang Yiming is full of black lines, Zhu Youqian, what a broken name!
"I am proficient in Liuyao divination, watching mountains and waters, and predicting the future..."
"Okay, okay, what do you want to say?"
Zhang Yiming interrupted impatiently:
Zhu Youqian is confident:
"I have been observing this book for several days. There are hidden mystery in this book. If I do not do it correctly, this Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic contains a treasure map of a landlord during the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China."
Zhang Yiming was shocked, but there was no fluctuation.
"Do you know why you didn't buy it before?"
Zhu Youqian sighed.
"Because, I have no money."
After hearing this, Zhang Yiming stared at him and said:
"You have no money, you just did that?"
Zhu Youqian said with a smile.
"I deduce the number of days in my destiny. The one who obtained this book is my nobleman, so I waited here early, and you, my nobleman!"
Zhang Yiming's face turned black, and he really wanted to slap him to death with a big mouth.
"Genggu, you are expensive, you are shameless scoundrel, stay away from me!"
Pushing him out of the car, he explained repeatedly:
"Neither, what I said is true. Our Mayi Sect has a fate, five disadvantages and three disadvantages. The Mayi Sect's people are born with the lack of gold in the five elements. Daily fortune-telling can only barely make a living."
The car had started, and Zhu Youqian was chasing him and slapped the car window.
"You noble man, don't leave. I can help you find treasures. If I get the treasure, I don't want a penny."
"Cruff"
The newly started Ford Raptor has a steady brake.
The car window lowered, and Zhang Yiming asked tentatively: