My tablet has become the palm of the antique tycoon

The day after Mingyi found out about Cao Zhong and Sister Juan.

Qiao Fan called and said that several batches of new items had arrived in the store, and asked the boss when he would have time to go and have a look.

Cao Xuanhe happened to be fine, so he took Ming Yi to the store.

In the lounge, the man was sitting by the window looking at things, and the little ghost was playing games on the sofa in the shaded corner, looking at the antique rack opposite from time to time.

There are a lot of bottles, cans, paper brushes and fans on it. There are a lot of them, and they are scattered. It seems that there are no rules at all.

Among them, Sister Juan's possession is a brocade purse, while Cao Zhong's possession is a porcelain vase. I don't know how many objects are separated in between, making the two placed very far away.

The more he looked at it, the more he disliked it, but he couldn't tell Cao Xuanhe clearly.

In desperation, I had no choice but to get up by myself, walk to the antique stand, pick up this thing for a few glances, put it back, grab that thing for a second look, and put it back.

After looking at several samples, Ming Yi went to get Cao Zhong's porcelain vase, looked at it, tapped it, and then quietly put it next to the beautiful purse, so that the two objects were next to each other.

The kid thought he was doing it quietly, but he didn't know that when he got up from the sofa, the man's attention was on him. Seeing his small movements, he just smiled and looked at the porcelain bottle and purse twice more. Eyes, look away.

Ming Yi's goal was achieved, with a satisfied look on his face, he nestled back on the sofa to check his phone again.

Since their 'Qinglin City Underworld Guards' group was established, it has become more and more lively.

There are more and more ghost members in the group. Cao Xuanhe not only burned the mobile phones for the little ghosts who went out to patrol, but also gave away one to those little ghosts who stayed in the shop. Even the Wraith Ice locked in the backyard alone Grains are no exception.

Now their group members have reached 183.

Many ghosts among them can't recognize a few Chinese characters, but they have learned to chat by voice. In the evening, there will be ghosts in the store to organize Chinese character teaching and how to play with mobile phones and other courses.

Ming Yi was curious before, and asked the kid to take a video of him and post it in the group.

At this moment, a ghost in the group specifically asked Ait Mingyi what he was doing with his fan.

Ming Yi did take a fan just now, and looked through it twice.

Tomorrow said to him: nothing, just too idle, look around.

Unexpectedly, this fan ghost was just a chatterbox, and asked him if he saw any tricks in it?

Ming Yi casually glanced at it twice to see what kind of doorway he could see.

Besides, he doesn't understand these antiques or not, cultural relics or cultural relics.

Mingyi: No.

Fan Ghost: Hehe, when it comes to my fan, it has a lot of background.

Fan Ghost: My fan comes from Song Dynasty...

Ming Yi saw that he was talking with gusto, so it was not easy to interrupt, so he could only compliment each other from time to time, and let the other party speak.

When the fan ghost said this, he immediately attracted other educated little ghosts in the group, and they immediately had a heated discussion.

Ming Yi was happy to be at leisure, nestled on the sofa and continued to play, and glanced at what they were talking about from time to time.

Compared with Mingyi's leisurely and contented life, Xihong Province's life is not so easy.

Recently, Zhang Weiyu has been acting more and more arrogantly, taking a few guards out every night to walk the streets.

Unlike Ming Yi who went to the street to maintain law and order in the underworld, Zhang Weiyu went to the street to disturb law and order.

He was walking halfway, and if he saw a good-looking male ghost, he would forcibly drag him to a nearby unfinished building to bully him.

Since he lost that thing, his temperament has become more cloudy and domineering.

In the past, when he fell in love with any kid, at most he forcibly took him back and ate him up.

But now, Zhang Weiyu has enough heart but not enough energy, so he throws the kid he likes to the guards around him, and let them work together to bully him, while he just sits beside him and watches as if watching a show.

The worse the kid was bullied, the happier he was watching.

Sometimes when I think that I have nothing to use, I get angry, and I will pick up the whip and whip a few times to vent my anger.

Many little ghosts have been brutally murdered, but there is nowhere to stretch out their suffering.

Among them, there are also little ghosts who are in a mess afterwards and go to the Chenghuang Temple to sue.

But the City God did nothing at all.

When he was in a good mood, he took out some gold ingots and sent the kid away.

If you are in a bad mood, just ask the ghost messenger to beat you out with a mourning stick.

Recently, Zhang Yixiong has not received the renewal document issued by the underworld, and he is anxious all day long, so he has no mood to care about these trivial matters.

If he doesn't care, Zhang Weiyu will go too far.

I don't know how many little ghosts have been ruined by his subordinates.

It was the same tonight.

A male ghost was tossed so badly that he came to the Temple of the City God to ask the God of the City God to decide.

It happened that Zhang Yixiong was in a bad mood, and was directly beaten out by the ghost messenger.

The mourning stick in the hands of the ghost guard is specially designed to subdue ghosts. Ordinary little ghosts can be beaten a few times, and their souls can become transparent.

This little ghost was like this. When he came out of the Town God's Temple, his expression became dull and dejected, his soul was dangling and floating, and he looked like he would disappear at any time.

He was a straight man before his death, but now he is being bullied by force, so he endured the pain and came here to seek justice.

He didn't get the fairness he deserved, but instead suffered a few sticks, how could he not be disheartened.

Just when he didn't know what to do, a tall and handsome man stood in front of him.

The little ghost raised his eyelids, glanced at the other party, did not react, walked around the other party, and continued to float forward.

Ming Gui stopped him: "Aren't you going to seek justice?"

Hearing this, the kid paused, sneered, and continued to float away.

Ming Gui frowned, and hurried to catch up: "Since you feel wronged, go and sue, Xihong City can't do it, and there is the Provincial Town God's Temple."

The kid ignored it.

Ming Gui asked: "Are you planning to give up?"

The little devil's eyes were red, his fists were clenched, he turned his head and glared at him, and growled: "You think I can swallow this bad breath! They are dishonest officials, they don't do anything, I am outnumbered, what else can I do?"

"He is the city god of a province. He indulged his grandson to do such a thing. Could it be that if I go to other provinces to sue, they will offend the high-ranking provincial city god for me, a nameless brat!"

Minggui nodded, his tone was affirmative: "Yes."

"Not all the city gods are as bastards as Zhang Yixiong. I don't know what other city gods are like. At least the Ming city god in Qinglin province is very honest and fair. You go to him and tell what happened to you, and he will uphold justice for you. .”

The kid sneered when he heard the words, apparently not believing it.

Ming Gui grabbed his wrist and said, "No matter what, go and try."

The kid lowered his eyes and didn't speak.

Ming Gui continued to persuade: "If you don't even try, wouldn't it be even more aggrieved?"

The kid stared at him and asked, "Why are you telling me this?"

How could a kid who didn't know him at all help him?

Ming Gui curled his lips: "It's just that I can't get used to Zhang's style."

"This Xihong City is not the world of their Zhang family, and they will not be allowed to run amok."

Although Minggui was wearing casual attire, the aura exuding from his body made the little ghost feel that he was not an ordinary ghost.

He hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, I'll make a note."

Ming Gui looked at his back in embarrassment as he left, and couldn't help frowning, scolding the Zhang family hundreds of times in his heart.

A few days ago, his grandfather called him and said that the documents related to the Zhang family had been handed over to Judge Cui.

Minggui felt relieved, he had nothing to do these few days, so he squatted at the gate of the Chenghuang Temple in Xihong City, waiting for his wife to get off work, and at the same time, check to see if the Zhang family was doing anything.

It may be that Zhang Yixiong was agitated by the succession document and had no intention of dealing with the Ming family.

Not only that, but even the cases in the City God's Temple were not in the mood to deal with them.

Ming Gui didn't expect that when he squatted here for a few days, there were so many little ghosts who came to sue Zhang Weiyu for his grievances, which showed how domineering and vicious Zhang Weiyu's behavior was.

He intercepted all of them calmly, and asked them to go to Qinglin Town God's Temple to find their grandfather and keep them as witnesses. When dealing with Zhang's family in the future, they might be able to add a few more crimes.