Reborn to inherit a 100 billion fortune, the real daughter is crazy

The antique market has always been a place where good and bad people mixed together. The depth and chaos inside were far beyond Mo Li's imagination. She was a girl who looked ignorant, and she was carrying such a large and valuable antique with her. She had no idea how many pairs of eyes were staring at her.

As she continued to look for a suitable buyer, she soon encountered a rogue boss.

The boss squinted his eyes and looked at the golden nanmu bed that she had asked someone to bring to the door of the store for a long time. Finally, he looked at her sideways with his pipe in his mouth, and told her in a very disgusted tone: "Girl, although the texture of your bed is golden nanmu, golden nanmu can be divided into good and bad materials. The one you use is not high-quality golden nanmu at all. You can tell at a glance that it is just a piece of garbage from the foreign exchange earning period... Let's put it this way, considering that it is not easy for you to come from a long way to find someone to bring it here, I will not let you work in vain! I will recycle the wood for you by kilogram, two hundred yuan per kilogram, you sell it to me... Tsk tsk, with your material, I can only use it to make beads."

Mo Li finally figured it out. The other party was just taking advantage of her because she didn't know anything about antiques. Who sells antiques by kilogram?

She gave a cold but polite smile: "Not for sale."

Then he waved his hand and asked someone to take the bed back to the other store they had visited earlier.

Unexpectedly, when the squinting boss saw her turning around and trying to leave, he immediately sent out a few burly men to block her way from the front and back.

Mo Li immediately realized something was wrong and said coldly: "I said I won't sell it, what do you want to do?"

The slanting-eyed boss smiled in a greasy and vulgar way: "Girl, my place is not for ordinary people to come and go as they please. You can ask around. If I, Mr. Wu, like something, it will never leave my shop... How about this, since you are so pretty, I will give you 200,000 yuan! This money should be enough for a little girl like you to spend for several years!"

Mo Li said sullenly, "Boss, are your ears not working well? I told you, I won't sell it."

The boss sneered: "...It seems that you are not willing to accept my offer. It is not up to you to decide whether to sell or not! Leave the things to me! Otherwise, don't even think about leaving my store today."

There was a hint of cruelty in Mr. Wu San's eyes, which was full of threats.

Mo Li didn't expect that in a society ruled by law, there are still people who dare to rob openly. But when he saw the burly men surrounding him, he realized that he was too careless. He didn't expect that there were so many ruffians in the antique market.

Just as she was thinking about how to get out, a young man who looked very impressive walked towards her. He was well-dressed and had an outstanding temperament. It was obvious at first glance that he was not an ordinary person.

When Mr. Wu San saw him, he showed an expression like a mouse seeing a cat, and greeted him with a sullen look on his face: "Hey, Mr. Shen Er, what wind brought you here?"

Shen Yanchuan took a look at this posture and looked at him with a playful smile: "Boss Wu, are you busy cheating here again?"

Uncle Wu was vague and didn't dare to respond. One look at his hapless look and one could tell that he had probably been punished by him many times in the past.

Previously, Uncle Wu San got a super fine imitation from somewhere, and thought he could hide it from the public, so he tried to sell it to Shen Yanchuan, saying that he would eat it immediately if it was fake.

As a result, Shen Yanchuan did not tolerate him and smashed the vase on his head. He laughed and said that he had never seen anyone eat a vase before, so he asked him to perform a live show.

You know, even though that thing was just a replica, it still cost Boss Wu nearly 100,000 yuan! But who made him offend the wrong person? Not only did he bleed, but he also had no place to reason, so he could only accept this loss.

From then on, whenever he saw Shen Yanchuan, he would hide as far away from him as possible, just like a ghost seeing the King of Hell.

Shen Yanchuan was keen on collecting antiques, and there were even rumors about him: he owns every piece from the Forbidden City, and he can build buildings that the Forbidden City has not built.

He has a lot of connections in this antique street, and he must have heard the news, so he came here specifically for the golden nanmu bed that Mo Li brought.

He looked at Mo Li with a smile: "Little girl, don't be afraid, they won't dare to do anything to you with me here. How much do you plan to sell this bed for? Why don't you sell it to me?"

When Mr. Wu San saw this situation, he knew that today's big deal was doomed.

He had originally planned to snatch the bed from the girl and then sell it for a few hundred million!

Seeing Shen Yanchuan interfering, he secretly regretted in his heart. If he had known that this bastard named Shen would come so soon, he might as well have gritted his teeth and paid tens of millions to buy the bed, instead of being intercepted by someone halfway.

Mo Li thought about it, and bravely stretched out four fingers to Shen Yanchuan: "Forty, forty million is okay?"

In fact, she originally wanted to bid 50 million. After all, the experts had estimated the value of this golden nanmu bed to be easily worth over 100 million. For such a rare item, the pricing power was entirely in the hands of the seller. But who made her anxious to cash out now? The most urgent task was to make some money and leave the Chu family.

What's more, Mr. Shen helped her out in time, which was considered a favor to her, so it wouldn't hurt to give him an extra discount of 10 million.

When Mr. Wu heard the price, his shifty eyes immediately brightened several shades. Just as he was about to interrupt and say that he was willing to pay 50 million, he was glared back at by Shen Yanchuan.

After the previous lesson, Uncle Wu San dared not to provoke this plague god again. He quickly called his tall and strong subordinates and retreated back to his own shop in shame.

Then, Shen Yanchuan wrote a check to Mo Li and left with his new treasure.

Mo Li stood there and looked at the amount written by the man on the check, and exclaimed: "Four hundred million?!"

Then, she happily paid the full amount for the big villa in Yuehu Bay.

……

She never expected that this world could be so small. Mr. Shen, who had bought her golden nanmu bed at a high price and had helped her in times of need, was actually the second son of the Shen family, who had been very close to Chi Cunxu and had been working closely with him recently.

Mo Li even forgot to eat the apple, and looked at Chi Cunxu with a touching face: "So... the reason why you are willing to help him take the bullet is actually because of me?"

"Not entirely." Chi Cunxu teased her intentionally, lowered his head and took a sip of coffee, then smiled and answered her while holding the coffee cup: "... Mainly because of the more than 6 billion."

In an instant, the emotion on Mo Li's face disappeared, and he was so angry that he wanted to kick him:

"Screw you!"