The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11: 009 The First Tycoon

Editor: Henyee Translations

The laughter rose, and those around turned to look.

Those eyes scanned the girl without restraint, harboring ill intentions.

The girl didn’t give them a single glance, her expression indifferent.

She collected the ancient coin and prepared to leave.

Behind her, though, the mocking laughter persisted relentlessly.

“Look, I said to give the kid a break, and now you’ve driven her away. What if she runs back and cries to the adults?”

“I’m doing this for her own good. This will toughen her up. It seems she also…”

The words were cut off by a voice that sounded somewhat urgent.

“Miss, my master would like to offer six million to buy that Qin Half-Tael Silver Coin you have. May I ask if you’re willing to part with it?”

“…”

The young man’s smile froze on his face, utterly disbelieving what he’d heard.

What?

Six million for a coin that can be found everywhere?

What sort of joke is this?

The other onlookers, there for the spectacle, were also confused and took a while to recover.

Ying Zijin raised her eyebrows slightly and turned to look in the direction of the voice.

It was an elderly man in a Tang suit, his hair and beard silvery, his stride steady and powerful, his aura undiminished.

The one who had spoken first was a young man following the elderly man. He approached and said, negotiating, “If the price isn’t enough, we can add more.”

With one sentence, the crowd was abuzz.

“What kind of coin is it that six million isn’t enough?”

“I thought I heard it was a Qin Half-Tael Silver Coin?”

“That can’t be right…”

“If it is indeed a Qin Half-Tael Silver Coin, then it really is worth that price.”

A few years ago, in an international auction, a Qin Half-Tael Silver Coin had sold for the high price of 7.6 million.

“What Qin Half-Tael Silver Coin?” The young man was fuming with rage, “I picked this up by the river. Do you think Qin Half-Tael Silver Coins are as common as cabbages?”

If it was truly a Qin Half-Tael Silver Coin, wouldn’t he become a laughingstock?

The elderly man stood with his hands behind his back, commanding respect without showing anger: “Mu Cheng.”

Mu Cheng understood and pulled out a document—a certificate that read clearly in red ink on white paper—

National cultural relic appraisal and evaluation master.

Level eight.

The highest level.

“…”

This certificate silenced all doubts like a resounding slap across the face of the young stall owner.

Ying Zijin, however, looked at the certificate thoughtfully. Indeed, the new careers of the 21st century were quite diverse.

She nodded: “No need, this price is just right.”

“Good, thank you for parting with it, Miss,” Mu Cheng nodded, pulling out a Black Card, “Here’s six million, internationally recognized.”

In the top right corner of this Black Card was a golden fleur-de-lis.

Ying Zijin paused, her eyes slightly lifting at the corners.

Hmm, good, the bank where she used to deposit her gold hadn’t gone under.

“No, I won’t sell it!” Seeing the Black Card, how could the young man restrain himself? He rushed forward to grab the ancient coin from the girl’s hand, his movements fierce, “Give it here!”

It had been his find; the money should rightfully be his.

The girl was expressionless as she simply lifted her right leg.

It was a casual motion, seemingly carefree.

But it was this kick that sent the young man flying several meters away.

“Bang.”

The people around were dumbfounded: “…”

Only then did Ying Zijin pass over the ancient coin and accept the Black Card: “Thank you.”

Mu Cheng was stunned, almost in a state of fantasy: “…You’re welcome.”

Never mind Mu Cheng, even the elderly man in the Tang suit was somewhat shocked, looking at her with added scrutiny.

What surprised the others even more was that the normally reclusive management personnel actually made an appearance, speaking up sternly.