s for work. How can you call me a lustful monk” He got agitated: “I was just saying hello. You can call me a scoundrel if you want, but calling me a lustful monk is too harsh!”What on earth is this bi..."Sigh~~ Living off handouts, doing shady stuff, and in the end, all I have is this pathetic thing. Brothers, give me some tips, who in the circle would buy it" A plump woman pointed to a rattan box placed inside her house behind her and asked the group of smoking friends sitting around her.

"This junk! Not even the scrapyard will take this... and there's only one!"

That is, and this kind of thing, no one dares to take.

A thin man whispered, "Sister, why don't we try the Mu family... The Mu family's patriarch is renowned for his courage."

"Hmph." Someone immediately scoffed at him.

"You still don't know, the sky in the circle has changed, right"

"Have you been just hanging around in this tiny village, waiting for death to come"

The full-figured woman was taken aback and asked, "What kind of change What wind"

"Big Sister, you don't know yet, who's in charge of the Mu family now Let me tell you~ Old Master Mu is no longer involved in anything~~~"

"Then, who did the Mu family pass it down to"

"It's said to be...the young master Mu."

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All thoroughfares have been bustling since ancient times.

This city has been bustling for thousands of years, and under its current prosperous reign, it is even more dazzling and lively.

However, my home is located in a quiet area amidst the bustle of the city. The narrow alleys and crisscrossing paths create a sense of peace and seclusion.

This area is a commercial cultural district, with houses that are three-story courtyard buildings. Some people use them for business, and some live here.

Young people often pass through here, mostly to visit the nearby lakeside park or take photos in the old-fashioned setting. All in all, it's a lively and pleasant place to live.

I also thought about moving to where Qin'er lived, like a traditional courtyard house or a luxurious villa.

But Xiao Qiao went to Nanshan, how could I abandon my father, Old Madam Wu, the old greedy wolf, and Little Xiao

Mr. Chen and Da Bao are also family men, they couldn't possibly live in the shop to watch over it, so I've been hesitating and haven't moved out.

Luckily, Qinyan also likes this place very much. Although her territory only includes my room, her curiosity about this circle is overwhelming. She can hear many interesting things living here, so she hasn't even suggested moving out.

Sometimes when the company is slow, I can just lie on the lounge chair behind the counter playing games. My wife is upstairs, my father is in the backyard. This feeling is very grounded. If it weren't for my father-in-law's patriotism that keeps me busy, I think I could just live a lazy life like this until the end.

The gentle tinkling of the wind chime at the gate, that was the temple bell. It wouldn't ring easily.

At the sound of that, I just wanted to shirk.

"Excuse me, is Master Mu here" A person leaned against the railing outside the counter, their voice so alluring it sent shivers down your spine.

At a glance, all I saw was a pair of ample breasts on full display. Half her chest was practically spilling out from the counter, and she even used her arm to push it up more, trying to emphasize how sexy she was.

She was a woman in her thirties, somewhat overweight.

I think I can now tell the difference between girls, women, and ladies at a glance. This lady clearly has "seen many people" just by looking at her. When talking to her, there's no need to be reserved.

"If the boss isn't here, whatever you need to say, just tell me. And if it's business, there's a red-light district a few blocks over." I continued playing on my phone.

"Hee hee... I'm just looking for Mu Family Head, others can't say—" She gave a wink, deliberately leaning forward, revealing a deep cleavage.

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"Excuse me, sir, please be careful. My reception counter's glass isn't very sturdy. Don't let your two drooping papayas crush it. You wouldn't be able to afford to replace these…"

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She paused, curled her lip and snorted: "Master Mu, don't play dumb. You won't even take business from my doorstep. Is the Mu family going bankrupt"

"It's none of your business whether or not they flip. ... The Mu family only does legitimate business. You better control your weight, you're too flabby and greasy; I'm afraid you'll stink up the house."

This woman is too eye-catching. If my father saw her, he'd go to Aunt Qin again and complain that I was ogling her.

The woman straightened her back slightly and said seriously, "Mr. Mu, I have an old object from my hometown that I'm afraid to touch. People in the circle suggested that with your vast magical powers at the Mu family, you could take a look at it. If you are willing to help... seven figures as payment, how about that"

What is worth seven figures

She looked at me silently, a smug smile on her face as she pulled out some photos and placed them on the counter before turning and leaving with a wiggle of her hips.

I put my phone away and picked up a photo at random. The old geezer suddenly appeared behind me: “That woman is lying! What bull crap! This dirt is so fresh, it must have just been dug out.”

"You're interested, then go do it." I shoved the photo into his hand.

Dad flipped through the photos, and tucked inside was a slip of paper with the address of our shop—it seemed someone had directed her to us.

While we were talking, Qin's head popped out from the second floor, waving at me. "Yunfan, come up here for a moment."

"What's up" I drawled, sauntering out from behind the counter.

"My uncle's looking for you—" she waved the phone in her hand.

Uncle, I rolled my eyes at him. All the relatives in the Lin family are not good people, either rich or powerful, each with a cunning mind and an ulterior motive.

This uncle doesn't know why he flew to this city. He asked me and Qinyaya to have a meal with him, and said that he had a friend who does antique business in Hong Kong and wanted to introduce him to me.

Looking at Qin Ya's face, I agreed.

After we got married, she and I often attended social events and got used to cooperating with each other by saying some polite words.

These things are not difficult, just a bit tedious.

This dinner gathering was also the same, in a luxurious hotel's private room, I met Qin's uncle and a Hong Kong old man with a full mouth of Cantonese accent.

Small talk, meals, family matters, and mutual compliments - that's pretty much it. They get to the real topic only halfway through the meal.

The side door of the private room creaked open, and a man in black pushed in a suitcase covered in talismans.

"I immediately stood up and blocked Qin's way: "What do you mean"

My uncle awkwardly smiled and said, “Yunfan, to be honest, this boss recently received something troublesome and wanted you to handle it. But you're so hard to get a hold of, we had no choice but to resort to this underhanded tactic and ask for your help.”

"This thing's got such a heavy negative energy, who the hell wants to help You guys want money but not your lives, now you want to push the danger onto me Don't you think about little Qinyin She's pregnant! This damn negativity will harm her body. Get rid of it quickly, or else I'll get angry."

Damn, these shameless relatives.

Qin Yǎo secretly tugged at my clothes from behind and whispered, “Yun Fan, don't get angry, let's leave first and talk later.”

>onal clothing appeared from the forest behind me. They all had their faces covered with black cloth, and one of them was tall and vaguely familiar—where had I seen this man beforeShen Qingrui shouted...