You have the right not to speak.

When the three guys heard that the new boss was injured, they hurriedly supported him on both sides and went back to the antique shop without bothering to explain.

Haihua went to the place where Su Yangyang fainted and saw that there was no one there. He thought that she had gone back by herself after waking up.

When Haihua and his friends returned to Cuiyuan, Grandpa Chen Qingling received the news and brought back a few security guards. Uncle Chen Di and his friends sat together and began to discuss what to do next.

Haihua specifically asked the housekeeper Zhu Jiang: "Has Su Yangyang come back?"

Uncle Zhu, the housekeeper, nodded: "He came back after 10 o'clock. He seemed to be lying inside because he was sick."

I looked at the time and it was already one o'clock. No wonder I was so hungry. "Uncle Zhu, call Fumanlou to order food. Just order the dishes from last time. If they are not available, order ready-made ones. The most important thing is that it's fast. Also, order another pot of lean meat porridge and send it to Su Yangyang." After Haihua gave the order, he took a set of clean clothes and went to take a shower. Seeing this, his uncle also hurried back to Yaleju to find clean clothes to take a shower.

Soon, the food was delivered to Cuiyuan. Everyone began to eat heartily, and while eating, they continued to discuss the treasures of Mozi Sect.

"Grandpa, I suspect someone spread rumors, saying that our Chen family has hidden treasures and deliberately set the fire towards us." Haihua said while eating.

Grandpa Chen Qing Ling pondered for a moment, then laughed and said, "We only collect antiques, not great treasures. The old items we bought back were no more than 50 dollars. If there were any great treasures, could we still have suffered losses for three years? It's really ridiculous." He paused and said, "The current situation is still unclear, and it's hard to distinguish between enemies and friends. We should first defend and then attack."

Grandpa turned his head and looked at He Yuan, an old employee of Hongxiang. He was in his early 40s and was the head shopkeeper of Hongxiang. He had worked in Hongxiang Antique Shop for 6 years. He was a well-deserved old man who could tell the authenticity of some old goods. His skills were quite good. "He Yuan, have there been any strange people or strange things happening in the store recently?"

He Yuan shook his head: "Brother Ling, I don't think so. Business is not very good. I will definitely remember the ones that are there." He said with embarrassment

Another old employee, Huang Shugen, interrupted, "Three people came to look for ancient books on immortal cultivation on the same day. Do they count?"

Wang Xiaoshan also said, "Uncle Ling, that is indeed the case."

"Does our shop still sell ancient books?" Chen Qing Ling himself was confused

He Yuan nodded: "Originally there were more than 40 copies, but now there are only about 10 copies, and they are all defective and can't be sold."

Grandpa Chen Qing Ling suddenly realized and laughed: "It seems to be true. Old age makes people forgetful. So the future of my business depends on you to plan and turn the tide." "What book are they looking for? Do you remember the title?"

At this time, Haihua remembered that Su Yangyang had not eaten yet, and hurriedly stood up: "Uncle, the designer's porridge is still here, I will send it to her first." It is estimated that the housekeeper was delayed by something and could not come. After all, he has to check the electricity meter, the water meter, and deliver newspapers. No matter how big or small the matter is, he has to run around.

He brought the lean meat porridge to see her. He knocked on the door gently, and Su Yangyang's weak voice came from inside: "Come in."

Haihua pushed the door open and saw Su Yangyang lying on the bed with a pale face. His eyes were clear and he felt that there was no evil spirit on him. If there was evil spirit, it would be a big injury. He walked forward distressedly and put the porridge on the table beside the bed.

"Su Yangyang, how do you feel? I brought you some porridge, eat some." Haihua said gently.

Su Yangyang forced a smile: "I'm fine, just a little tired."

Haihua helped Su Yangyang sit up, and seeing that she didn't have the strength to hold the spoon, he fed her porridge. After a few mouthfuls, Su Yangyang finally regained some energy, her pretty face flushed slightly, and she wanted to take the spoon herself and eat politely.

Haihua had something on his mind, so he hurried back. He only heard Grandpa Chen Qing Ling say, "It's the new century, how come there are still people who are so obsessed with cultivating immortals."

Haihua added: "Grandpa, who doesn't want to live forever and have a house full of gold and silver? As long as there is profit, there will be people following, such as the trafficking of human beings and organs, even opium in the old society, and drugs nowadays. For example, the trouble we have caused, such as the Mozi Sect's precious book, there are desperate people who want to get a big fat thing in one bite."

Everyone nodded, and He Yuan looked sad: "The world is going downhill and morality is dying. Xiaohua, guess how much the guy who bought the ancient book is asking?"

"It won't be one hundred million, right?" Haihua said jokingly

Wang Xiaoshan, the spirited young man, gave him a thumbs up: "With a lot more zeros, it's getting close."

Huang Shugen recalled: "In fact, I guess those three people should be in the same group. The third one looked fierce, but he was the most polite. He should be their boss. He bought three incomplete ancient books. I offered 150 yuan for each book, but he lowered the price to 300 yuan. It was our largest order this month, so I remember it very well." "Also, he told us to pay attention to a book called Heisitu, and left us a phone number."

"Hei Si Tu? What a strange name..." Haihua touched his chin, thinking.

"Maybe this book by Hei Si Tu is the key." Wang Xiaoshan guessed.

"Anyway, it looks like we have to investigate the origins of this book." Grandpa Chen Qing Ling said with a serious expression.

At this moment, there was a hurried knock on the door. The housekeeper opened the door and led a strange man in.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Chen?" the man asked anxiously.

"It's me. What's the matter?" Grandpa looked at him puzzledly.

"I was asked by the big brother who bought the books to come and pick up Heisitu's books." The man said, handing over a note.

Grandpa took the note, which read: "This book is of great importance, please give it to the person who came as soon as possible."

"It seems they haven't given up yet." Haihua said.

"But we don't have this book at all!" Huang Shugen said anxiously.

"Don't worry." Grandpa said calmly, "Since they think we have it, there must be a way to find it."

"Grandpa, the people chasing us are their dogs. There are more than 30 of them. If we were not lucky, what you saw would be our corpses." Haihua could not help but roar, pointing at his own wounds and his uncle's wounds, indignant.

Uncle Chen Di was also very upset. "Please tell your master that what we stole today was a small ceramic, not an ancient book. Is it appropriate to send so many people to take my life? You have the king of heaven to protect you, and I also have the commander to protect me. Don't go too far."

The man apologized, "It was just a misunderstanding, and it was definitely not my young master's doing. Of course, I will go back and report to the young master, and I will definitely give you a reasonable explanation."