I stormed down the mountain, took down all the big shots in the city, and the female CEO dragged me

The man looked troubled, but finally decided to ask the owner of the museum.

Sending away the 'Singing Flowers and Grass' is no small matter; he can't make that decision on his own.

Watching him leave quickly, a hint of disappointment flashed in Yunhe's eyes.

He was still thinking of tricking the little guy into giving away the flowers and plants.

If Ma Erlou were to actually come, he would definitely be a hundred times unwilling. Trying to persuade him would be more difficult than trying to get a donkey to work on a millstone.

Xu Yuan sat down on the stool at a leisurely pace, his gaze sweeping over the various utensils in the room.

It has to be said, the fact that they can open a private collection means they really have something special at home.

Each one you pick out is quite old, and as for its exact value, Xu Yuan has no idea.

However, he could sense that some of the artifacts carried a faint, cold aura, indicating that they had just been unearthed.

"Does Mr. Xu like it?"

Seeing that Xu Yuan was enjoying himself, Yun He smiled and said, "If you like it, I'll have someone from the second floor send you a few pieces later."

"If he knew you wanted it, he would have given it to you without hesitation."

"Forget it."

Xu Yuan waved his hand, not out of modesty but because he genuinely didn't want it: "The item is good, but I don't want to get involved."

He should keep it himself.

"As expected of Mr. Xu, he can see the intricacies at a glance."

"Using too much of this thing will shorten your lifespan."

Yunhe slowly got up, put his hands behind his back, and started walking around the room.

"Although it's just one piece in the museum and one in my home, it's kind of a joke."

But this guy can still do it.

I've tried to persuade him so many times, but he just won't listen.

In the secluded living room, Ma Erlou, with his unusually large earlobes, was twirling two jade balls in his hands, talking quietly to Huang Yiyi, who had a pretty face, across from him.

Standing at the doorway, the elderly gentleman who had come with Huang Yiyi immediately became alert upon hearing footsteps outside.

"Master, Elder Yun has arrived."

A male voice came from outside.

Ma Erlou looked out through the closed door with some displeasure.

"Didn't I tell you? I'm discussing serious business with Miss Huang, and I don't see anyone else."

"Whatever Elder Yun needs, just give him/her it."

The man outside hesitated briefly before speaking again, "What Elder Yun wants is a bit..."

"What is it?" Ma Erlou became even more annoyed when he saw him stammering.

Huang Yiyi's demands were already enough to annoy him, and now even his little follower was going against him.

After a moment of silence outside, he simply said, "Elder Yun wants to recite poems about flowers and plants, and he said he wanted to tell you about it."

"What?"

Upon hearing the poem about flowers and grass, Ma Erlou, who was sitting on a stool, slammed his hand on the table. He glanced at Huang Yiyi in front of him, then got up and walked towards the door.

What's wrong with me today?

Are they all trying to take advantage of my ability to write poems about flowers and plants?

Did they plan this together?

Ma Erlou opened the door from the inside and looked at the man in the white shirt outside.

"What do you think he wants?"

"Ode to Flowers and Grasses".

The man in the white shirt dared not breathe, and at the same time secretly rejoiced that asking the question was the right thing to do.

If he really listened to Yunhe and let him take the Yinhua Grass away, he probably wouldn't even be able to keep his head.

"Why is he going to write about flowers and plants?" Ma Erlou's eyes were murderous.

The man shook his head frantically, not daring to raise his head: "Elder Yun didn't say anything."

Ma Erlou opened his mouth, but swallowed back the words he was about to say. He turned to look at Huang Yiyi, who had already stood up.

"Miss Huang, please wait a moment while I go to take care of something."

The girl in the yellow dress nodded calmly and watched Ma Erlou walk away quickly.

She naturally heard their conversation and looked up to exchange a glance with the old man who was still standing inside the door.

"Old Qin, who exactly is this Old Yun?"

"Why did he come at this exact moment, when we need to compose poems about flowers and plants?"

Could they have sent them?

Old Qin's eyebrows were white, and he didn't rush to express his opinion. He thought for a moment and said in a low voice, "Including you and me, only three people knew that we were here."

"The only person who knows that can use the Yin Hua Grass to heal the old master's injuries is that old doctor."

Could he be leaking information?

"No, Mr. Shi and my family have been friends for a long time, he wouldn't reveal it."

Huang Yiyi had already reached the door when she spoke. She looked out the window at the sky, paused for a moment, and said, "Shall we go see who they are?"

Old Qin remained silent, following behind Huang Yiyi.

"Old turtle Yun, are you doing this on purpose?"

In the front reception room, Ma Erlou glared at Yunhe as soon as he entered, blowing his beard and staring at him angrily.

"You know perfectly well that the flower and grass are my heart and soul, and now you still want them."

What brings you here?

"You guys conspired together, trying to piss me off, didn't you?"

"Ma Er, don't get agitated, calm down first."

Yunhe smiled and stood in front of Ma Erlou, patting him on the back in a gentle tone.

"I use this to save my life."

This involves the names of tens of thousands of people; it's no joke.

Yunhe deliberately exaggerated: "You said only your 'Symphony of Flowers' can save tens of thousands of lives, who else would I turn to if not you?"

"Help! Help! Everyone says it's urgent to save someone's life!"

Ma Erlou plopped down on a stool and slapped away Yun He's hand that was slapping him: "You guys are forcing me."

"Ma Er, don't be ungrateful."

Upon seeing his expression, Yunhe immediately adopted a serious demeanor.

"Let me tell you, the lives of these tens of thousands of people are the future of young people. If anything happens to them, you will be responsible."

If you don't believe me, come with me. If I'm lying to you, I'm a dog.

"You were always like that..."

Before Ma Erlou could finish speaking, seeing that there were younger people present, he didn't say the last word.

"Ma Er, as long as you give me the things, I can find whatever you want for you."

Don't you like the Wang family's daughter?

"I'll introduce you to them when I get back." Yunhe offered his stake.

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Ma Erlou glared fiercely at Yunhe: "That all happened fifty years ago."

"Her grandson can call her grandma now, why don't you go and introduce her to someone?"

"I wouldn't be angry if you hadn't said anything."

"If you hadn't interfered, she would have been my wife long ago."

"It's not too late now. I heard that the old man died of illness a couple of years ago. Your chance has come." Yunhe said with a beaming smile, as if he were doing this for your own good.

"Really?" Ma Erlou's eyes lit up, and he actually believed it.

Watching the two old men bickering and arguing, Xu Yuan couldn't help but smile.

"It's quite amusing to see old men arguing with old women."

Ma Erlou got a little excited for a moment, but quickly calmed down.

"Old turtle Yun, don't give me that crap, let's talk about flowers and plants..."

"The flowers and grasses are only for me."

Before Ma Erlou could finish speaking, a woman's voice rang out at the door, followed by a beautiful figure in a yellow dress who walked in with elegant manners.

Her cold eyes swept over Yunhe and Xuyuan.

"Who sent you?"