The King of Xiuxianjuan returns to modern times and becomes a landlord

After the three of them left the stone, Mu Ya softly raised a question, "Sister Ying, didn't we exclude that stone yesterday?" Her voice sounded particularly cautious in the empty exhibition hall, as if afraid to disturb the tranquility. Ying Ying responded softly, "As soon as we entered, those people stared at us closely. They clearly want to get the stones we've chosen. We must proceed with caution. Later, you will also take some cards and vote for the stones that have performed well." Her tone revealed a subtle wit, as if she were planning a silent competition.

Mu Ya was still confused, with a puzzled look in her eyes, as if she was trying to understand Ying Ni's intentions. She was filled with doubts, not understanding why the stone that had been eliminated yesterday had become the focus of attention again today.

Miao Yimo frowned slightly and whispered, "Are you planning to play a game with them?" There was a hint of teasing in his voice. He understood Ying Ni's intentions, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile. A sly glint flickered in his eyes, as if he had already foreseen the outcome of this game.

Ying Ni, Mu Ya, and Miao Yimo, their companions, moved through the crowd, their movements coordinated and their gazes sharp, each movement perfectly orchestrated and orderly. They seemed to bid on every controversial and outstanding stone, silently demonstrating their resolve and strategy. Initially, those following them were puzzled by their actions, but they soon understood their intentions—this was actually a defensive strategy, intended to guard against others and distract their opponents.

After completing their bids, the three cleverly avoided the others' sight and quietly made their way to a corner. Mu Ya couldn't help but burst into laughter. Her laughter was clear, melodious, and infectious, like a breath of fresh air in the tense atmosphere. Ying Ni and Miao Yimo also laughed, their laughter filled with pride and confidence, as if they were full of anticipation for the upcoming results.

"By the way, Muya, remember to record our valid bids so we can compare them when the public auction opens tomorrow." Ying Li suddenly stopped laughing and reminded her seriously. Her voice revealed a hint of seriousness, demonstrating her attention to detail and strict execution of plans.

"Don't worry, I've basically invested 10 to 20 times the price," Muya recalled, her tone tinged with confidence and composure. She was clearly fully confident in executing her strategy, knowing every detail like the back of her hand.

"It's okay. I've arranged for someone to observe nearby. If there are any changes, they'll notify me immediately," Miao Yimo added. His voice was low and firm, giving off a sense of reliability and reassurance. Their coordination was seamless, as if they had foreseen the dawn of victory and were filled with confidence in future success.

Ying Ni's gaze was fixed on the mysterious Dark Investment Zone ahead, a glint of exploration in her eyes. She suddenly interrupted Miao Yimo and raised a new topic: "We've been in the Dark Investment Zone for quite some time. Now, I think it's time to explore the Bright Investment Zone in depth. Who among you is willing to join me and uncover the mysteries of the Bright Investment Zone together?"

Miao Yimo shook his head gently, his voice tinged with a hint of reluctance, but more so with a firm and dedicated commitment to his duty. He slowly pulled an exquisitely crafted badge from his pocket and handed it to Ying Ni. "I'm afraid I can't go with you. My investigation of the Miao people's industries in Burma is not yet complete, and I must continue this important task." He paused, then continued, "However, I won't let you lack support. I will leave a team of capable men at your disposal. I hope you will enjoy this adventure to the fullest."

Mu Ya stood aside, her eyes filled with understanding and sympathy for Miao Yimo. As the younger sister in the sect, she knew that the older sister was responsible for many things, so she could enjoy this rare leisure time more freely. She gently patted Miao Yimo's shoulder and said with a soothing smile, "Then, Brother Miao, you can go back to your work. Sister Ying Meng and I will go to Mingtou District to have some fun."

The bustle of Mingtou District surged like a tide. As Ying Ni and Mu Ya entered this bustling area, they felt the gazes of the crowd around them. Their presence was like two new stars suddenly bursting into the night sky, instantly attracting attention. Ying Ni and Mu Ya weaved through the crowd. Every stall was crowded with people, and they seemed unable to find a place to intervene. Their dresses swayed gently in the crowd, like two flowers swaying in the wind, attracting attention from onlookers.

Ying Ni looked around, her eyes wandering through the crowd, and finally caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in the clamor. She pulled Mu Ya beside her, and Mu Ya turned her head and looked at Ying Ni in confusion. Ying Ni didn't say much, but just pointed to a stall not far away. Mu Ya looked in the direction of Ying Ni's finger and saw a slightly shabby stall. There sat an old man with wrinkles on his face. He was Ji Lao. The old man was dressed in a simple robe, sitting there, as if he was the guardian of time, quietly observing everything around him.

Ji Lao's stall wasn't as crowded as the others, but his presence seemed to hold an invisible allure. Ying Meng and Mu Ya exchanged a smile, knowing that perhaps here, they could find what they were looking for. They walked towards Ji Lao's stall, their hearts filled with anticipation and curiosity. Their steps were light, as if each step was treading on the rhythm of hope. Their faces were filled with a desire for the unknown and a longing for the future.

Ying Ni and Mu Ya moved through the bustling market like ethereal butterflies. Their steps were brisk and rhythmic, eventually stopping before Ji Lao's time-worn stall. They crouched down, their eyes meeting his, as if in silent communication. A flicker of surprise crossed Ji Lao's wrinkled face. He muttered to himself, "How come these two girls seem to have set their sights on me?" His gaze lingered on them for a moment, then he discreetly scanned the surrounding vendors. The vendors' eyes held a searching gaze, as if silently assessing something. Ji Lao knew that the vendors in the Gongpan Mingtou area were entwined with the influence of various Burmese forces. The air seemed to grow heavy with this invisible pressure, as if even time had slowed down.