Don't mess with the rich girl

"I'm a relative of old Mr. muqi'an. Didn't you say you wanted to take away the pile of stones inside, and I asked the master to move it." MuQing has a picturesque face and eyes. In addition to her cold attitude, she looks very pleasant.

"Oh, it's the relative of Mr. muqi'an. Are you muqingqing?" the staff suddenly realized that they knew the owner of the pile of stones when they did the handover work, and they still remember it.

"HMM." Mu Qingqing nodded.

"Please follow me." the staff is an elderly aunt. Although she doesn't speak, Mu Qingqing has seen her idea.

[it's just a pile of broken stones. You need to inherit. It's funny to say it.]

Muqingqing doesn't blame anyone. She understands muqi'an's grandfather's mind. He has exhausted all he has to be good to his offspring.

"Well, these are the stones. It's not that we don't take care of them for you, but they take up a lot of space. The dean said hello many times and asked you to come and get them as soon as possible, but I haven't found your contact information." the staff pointed to the stones piled up in front like hills.

"I understand, thank you." Mu Qingqing said coldly.

"By the way, the old man has another letter for you. I'll get it for you now." the staff patted his head and remembered that the person who handed over with her said there was a letter.

Mu Qingqing slightly raised her eyebrows. She didn't expect that mu Qi'an would leave her a letter.

"Move it." Mu Qingqing promised the driver that he would give him 500 yuan of hard work to move the stone in addition to paying the freight. The driver went to move the stones inside happily.

Stones vary in size. Some of them still have patterns on them, but in their view, these stones are just things to fill the ground, and they don't play a big role at all.

After moving all morning, the stones in the house were finished. Muqingqing got the letter, but didn't open it.

Looking at the empty sundry room, the staff were relieved. She said with a smile: "now I can hand over the job to the dean."

"I'm so sorry to let you watch it for so long." Mu Qingqing took 200 yuan out of his wallet and handed it to his aunt who helped look at the stone.

"Nothing." my aunt took the money and her smile was as bright as a flower. She quietly put two hundred dollar bills into her pocket, smiled and said, "I won't give them to you."

"Goodbye." Mu Qingqing got on the bus and left without looking back.

The truck driver readily helped her move the stone into her house and then walked away.

Looking at the stones piled up in a room, Mu Qingqing squatted down and stroked the stone lines on the surface of Mars, feeling smooth and cold. These stones, once regarded as treasures by muqi'an, are now given to her, which really flatters her.

She remembered the letter, opened the envelope, picked up the thin letter paper and read it carefully.

Qingqing junior:

I may be dead when I receive this letter. Thank you for coming to the nursing home to see me, a bad old man.

Xiao Min is always stubborn. Like me, as long as he has a lifelong hobby, he will rush forward regardless of everything. I expected that my time would be short, so I had to entrust my mind to you.

My bad old boss's favorite thing in his life is to collect stones. There are many stones in the nursing home and my home. Those stones are not ordinary stones. Xiao Min always said I was a crazy old man. I only loved playing with these useless stones all my life. My stones are not useless. If you have free time, you can hold a stone and take it to the treasure appraiser. They will give you unexpected surprises.

I'm ashamed to say that my son Xiaomin never understood my hobby, and I don't know that collecting these stones is also a rare wealth. I can't help this bad old man. If these stones were in his hands, they would be abandoned like my shoes. I can only rely on you.

These stones are also called gambling stones. Go to the treasure bureau to find a professional master to identify these stones and ask them to open them. Be careful.

If these stones are sold for money, take half and give the rest to Xiao min. After all, he is my son. His blood is thicker than water. His salary as a policeman is meager on weekdays. I leave these rights as a guarantee for the rest of his life.

The old man can't write any more. Thank you Qingqing.

Mu Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that mu Qi'an left these stones for her to sell them. She closed her eyes and looked carefully at the inside of the pile of stones. There were emerald green, blood red and faint light.

It's really a pile of treasure.

This pile of treasure muqi'an was not directly handed over to Mu Xiaomin, but to her. I really trust her.

However, it's really inconvenient for her to come forward to find the treasure Bureau. It seems that we still have to ask Yang Xiao to do it.

It was estimated that they had woken up and dialed Yang Xiao directly as soon as they made a phone call.

"Hello?" Yang Xiao's tone was not very good, some fierce.

"Yang Xiao, are you free?" Mu Qingqing asked.

"Sister Qing, is it you?" Yang Xiao suddenly recovered. When he woke up, the people of the Lin family and her aunt had all left, and Mu Qingqing disappeared.

"Well, do you know gambling stone?" Mu Qingqing stroked the smooth stone surface and was as bright as a torch.

"Gambling stone?" Yang Xiao was slightly surprised. Did her aunt's things have been done? Mu Qingqing has leisure to play gambling.

"Yes, I have a batch of stones that need to be sent to the treasure Bureau. Do you have any acquaintances?" she thought. If this is done, she can draw a part of the funds from the sale to Yang Xiao as a reward.

"You've asked the right person about this thing. Someone on the road is an expert. How many stones are there on your side?" Yang Xiao said with confidence, holding the window with one hand.

"A truck." Mu Qingqing replied calmly.

Yang Xiao was shocked and almost couldn't hold his mobile phone. He asked, "where did you get so many gambling stones?"

"It's sent by a respected elder. When can you deal with it?" Mu Qingqing doesn't know anything. In this regard, as long as Yang Xiao is an expert.

"I'll start in a minute. But, sister Qing, how did you deal with your aunt's business?" Yang Xiao straightened his clothes, grabbed the car key and went downstairs.

"She's gone..." Mu Qingqing paused for a while before answering him. He still couldn't accept it in his heart. "I drove away your Maserati. Lend it to me for a while."

"It's all right. Mine is sister Qing's. just use it." Yang Xiao said generously.

"Thank you." Mu Qingqing said sincerely.

Yang Xiao changed his hand to answer the phone and asked, "where is your aunt's funeral? I'll send it."

Mu Qingqing was silent. She didn't go to Aunt Qiong's funeral, but she didn't have the face to see Aunt Qiong.

With a sigh, she replied, "forget it, I'll go back to see her later."

"OK." while talking, Yang Xiao has entered the underground garage. He uses the car key to open the door of BMW. "Don't say it first. I'll contact you when I get there."

Yang Xiao saved Mu Qingqing's new number, but he wondered that the aunt seemed very important to Mu Qingqing. Why didn't Mu Qingqing want to go to the funeral?

This surrounded him like a fog.

After cooking a bowl of wide noodles and eating enough, Mu Qingqing went to the computer city, equipped with a desktop computer and bought some professional books related to stocks and gambling stones. After pulling home, she quickly finished the broadband. After opening the web page, she began to study the stock of Mu's group. There was a slight decline some time ago, but it had no substantive impact on Mu's.

Mu Qingqing's eyes were slightly frozen, and there were some hesitations in his heart. People all over the world say that it takes ten years to cultivate trees and a hundred years to cultivate people. The wooden family has a history of a hundred years from its ancestors to now. If you want to destroy it, you only need to move your fingers. However, if you want to reproduce the prosperity of the past, it will take decades to restore the prosperity of the past.

If such a thing is done, it is indeed an immoral and evil thing.

The door outside was suddenly knocked. Mu Qingqing was distracted. Lengbuding was awakened by the knock. She turned off the computer and looked out the door with her eyes closed. It wasn't Yang Xiao?

When he opened the door, Mu Qingqing looked at the visitor calmly and faintly shouted, "Uncle Hua."

Hua Lao's eyes were shining and looked at her slightly.

"Since you are a guest, uncle, please come in." Mu Qingqing is not afraid of him, but he didn't expect that his news is so well-informed and found here so soon.

Old Hua Yiyan went in. Mu Qingqing looked at the empty behind him and closed the door.

"It's really a good daughter of the Chinese family. Once the whole underground island was destroyed, all my elite soldiers and generals were brought up by them." old Hua turned his back to her and faced a pile of stones. He looked up and took a deep breath. He was still wearing his cotton and linen black Chinese style clothes, and his face was unusually decadent and vicissitudes.

"Uncle, are you blaming me?" Mu Qingqing could feel his strong killing intention, but she still chose to let him in.

Old Hua smiled and shook his head. He even closed his eyes and smiled. His mind was full of white smoke from the island. The island he built himself, hidden under the sea, has made money for him safely for so many years.

Now, the island has overturned and was destroyed by the group with advanced weapons. Together with the poisonous flowers planted for many years, it is going to perish.

"What's your fault? Isn't there poison on that island in your body now?" Hua Lao opened his eyes and turned to look at her.

"You are Qinghe's daughter. I won't kill you." old Hua smiled strangely.

Mu Qingqing stood indifferently, knowing that the man standing in front of him was a criminal. But he said, is she Hua Qinghe's daughter?