Reborn into the 70: Turning Adversity into Her Dazzling Path-Chapter 823: Copper Coin
The Mao Family in the Capital City quickly noticed something was wrong.
No matter whether it was their antique shop or the business of other shops, they were intentionally being suppressed.
The opponent's purpose was obvious; it was clearly to go against them, and there wasn't even a hint of trying to hide it. They just wanted you to know they were going against the Mao Family.
They have offended someone!
The Family Head of the Mao Family urgently convened a family meeting. Although the Mao Family wasn't crushed during the great movement, they were still severely weakened. Now they've only just started to recover. If they continue to be suppressed, let alone restoring the Mao Family to its former glory, it would be difficult to even establish themselves in the Capital City.
"Have any of you offended someone recently?" The Family Head of the Mao Family, also Mao Rui's father, Mao Hanshan, asked.
"It's not us who offended people," said Mao Sheng, Mao Rui's half-brother.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Mao Hanshan said angrily, "Don't be so sarcastic."
"You just blame Sheng," said Mao Sheng's mother, "As for offending people, wasn't it your good son who did it?"
Mao Rui?
Who did he offend?
Mao Rui also didn't know. Could a single Yang Yunhai, even if he's a soldier, really have such ability? Suddenly he felt flustered inside.
"You unfilial son." Once Mao Hanshan understood the whole situation, he angrily slapped the yellow rosewood table, "Hurry and go make amends with your guilt on your back."
He knew a little about the Yang Family, but not much in depth. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶
However, it didn't affect his judgment. After all, having weathered such major storms, he still had some insight.
This young man named Yang Yunhai is not simple.
Mao Rui really didn't want to go, but in the end, Mao Hanshan beat him up and personally took him to find Yang Yunhai to apologize. But now they were sadly discovering that they couldn't even catch a glimpse of Yang Yunhai's face.
Let alone make amends with guilt on their back.
The Mao Family was anxiously running around in circles, while Old Liu finally understood what Yang Yunhai meant when he said 'remember him.'
"So, are you saying you want me to be the shopkeeper?" Old Liu said in surprise.
Treasure House told the outside world that he was the boss, but only he knew he was not the real owner of Treasure House.
Old Liu often thought, despite looking presentable now, eight years ago he was down and out, betrayed by brothers who put a green hat on him and stabbed him in the back.
During that time, he never knew what day it was, nor what his purpose for living was.
Later, he didn't want to stay in the Capital City, so he wandered around. That winter, the snow was heavy, and he nearly froze to death. It was a little girl who gave him a bun and a bowl of porridge.
And saved his life.
She also gave him a Copper Coin, carefully making it into a pendant.
He refused at that time, but the little girl said the Copper Coin would bring him good luck.
And indeed, it brought him good luck.
He used that Copper Coin as capital, bit by bit accumulating to the industry he has today, from what was once a tiny, unknown storefront on the antique street.
That was an Ancient Coin!
He felt like he was reborn after the calamity, and when he returned to the Capital City, it took him five years to strengthen himself and exact revenge.
So, in Old Liu's mind, that little girl wasn't only his lifesaver but also his boss, and he was merely a shopkeeper working for the boss.
"That probably won't work." Old Liu came back to himself and said, "I can't agree to that."
Thinking of that, he figured it was time to sort out the shop affairs and find the boss to report to her.
He didn't know how that shy little girl from back then was doing now?
Old Liu couldn't help but think the reason why he had such a good impression of the girl named Gu Lingling was that she had a pair of eyes just like his boss's.
A pair of expressive almond-shaped eyes.
