Chapter 027 The Longevity Club [04] Underground Market, Engraved by Jiang Again
Mo Qing was wearing a loose school uniform, and his trousers usually covered his ankles, but when he crossed his legs, he just exposed part of his ankle, clearly showing the tattoo.
"How come your tattoo is exactly the same as the one from the Immortal Society!"
Song Yiyuan also noticed it and had a big reaction.
When they noticed it, Mo Qing was not surprised at all. He followed their gaze to his ankle and said softly: "Didn't you guys study me when I woke up? There was no record of the tattoo?"
Be confident and confident.
Mainly anti-customer.
Song Yiyuan immediately glanced at Huos.
Hoss's face stiffened slightly, he suppressed his newly raised doubts and said, "I didn't pay attention."
The physical examination was conducted by specific personnel, and the tattoo should be noted on the specific report. However, they only looked at the most important part and did not study the rest.
Thinking about it carefully, Mo Qing has been lying in the base for hundreds of years. If the tattoo had been there for a long time, it would be difficult to have anything to do with immortality.
You will know this when you go back and apply to check the information.
"But why are your tattoos the same as those of the Changsheng Society?" Song Yiyuan focused on the important point.
"Who am I going to ask?"
Mo Qing knocked him back with one sentence.
Song Yiyuan was speechless.
After pondering for a long time, he asked: "Is it possible that you founded it before?"
Mo Qing's eyes turned cold, she raised her hand and a peanut flew out, hitting Song Yiyuan's right knee. Song Yiyuan almost knelt down for her on the spot.
Mo Qing said coolly: "I have to have a certain temper when humiliating me."
"..."
Song Yiyuan covered his knees, thinking that he had died unjustly.
——Didn’t he just make a reasonable guess? Why did he “humiliate her”? Isn’t it a shame to be linked to the Immortality Society?!
Huos didn't sympathize with Song Yiyuan at all, but asked Mo Qing cautiously: "What does your tattoo mean?"
"I made a set of scalpels to commemorate them. What does the meaning mean——"
Mo Qing pulled her trouser legs up, exposing half of her calves. She shook her ankles and paused: "Every inch of land I step on can sow the seeds of life. They will grow strong like these new green leaves."
Growing and full of vitality.”
She said this calmly, like chatting about trivial matters, but the three people present knew that she came from that era a hundred years ago, and they felt mixed emotions at the moment.
Song Yiyuan took a step forward, wanting to ask for more clues, but Huos pulled him back and glanced at Min Chang on the side.
Song Yiyuan reacted.
Hoss looked at Mo Qing intently, and was about to say something, but suddenly a phone call came, and he turned around to answer it.
"Mr. Huo, Miss Shen is awake!"
The caller was the nurse taking care of Shen Qi, her tone full of surprise and excitement.
At that moment, Hoss looked back at Mo Qing.
Mo Qing seemed to have expected it. She looked at him for a second, curled her lips, and looked away leisurely.
Shen Qi woke up.
The matter was serious, and Huos had no intention of staying any longer. He told Mo Qing to go back early, and then took Song Yiyuan and left.
"Grandma Guzu." Min Chang stood quietly for a moment and shouted suddenly.
"Um?"
Min Chang asked: "What did you do before?"
Mo Qing pondered for a moment: "It's hard to say."
Her "hard to say" is really "hard to say".
She had worked in many professions and had many identities, and most of the time she was forced to do so by the situation, and what she was really interested in was useless in that era when everyone was in danger.
Min Chang thought she was "inconvenient to say".
After a pause, he looked at her ankle again: "Is your tattoo intentionally exposed for them to see?"
"Um."
Mo Qing lowered his eyes and looked at his ankles without comment.
Tattoos cannot be hidden.
Rather than being discovered later by them after a thorough investigation, which would cause all kinds of unnecessary suspicions about her, it would be better to be discovered by them as early as possible, then distance themselves from the relationship with her, and turn passivity into initiative.
——Who knows how many articles future generations have made of what she left behind after erasing her from history.
Mo Qing didn't want to talk about this matter, so he raised his chin directly towards Min Chang and said, "Explain it."
"..."
Min Chang stretched out his hand and scratched the tip of his nose.
He could tell that Mo Qing was a good person. If he was frank and lenient in front of her, he would most likely be understood. If he was careful, the consequences would be disastrous.
After some careful consideration, he chose to confess.
"According to them, I control most of the information channels in Dongshi City." Min Chang said, "In the beginning, I just made some things needed by the black market and sold them for money. Later, when I came into contact with more people, I developed my own information network.
.If you have information, you can sell it for money, and if you have money, it's easy to do things, so the scale has grown... a bit big. People often come here because of its reputation."
Min Chang was modest.
After all, Mo Qing was well-informed, and he actually accepted Min Chang's case without blinking an eyelid.
She asked: "How long?"
"Five or six years ago."
Good guy, he is still a young hero.
After taking the last sip of yogurt, Mo Qing threw the yogurt bottle into the trash can, then stood up and walked to the front desk, ready to continue writing her email.
Min Chang looked at her, confused: "Aren't you going to ask?"
"As long as it doesn't break the law." Mo Qing didn't care very much.
Since Hoss and others have acquiesced to the existence of Min Chang's transaction and asked for help, it proves that Min Chang has not violated the red line.
There was no need for her to intervene.
*
After finishing writing the email at Huichun Pavilion, Mo Qing took a taxi back to Jiang Ke's house.
"Miss Mo!"
As soon as Mo Qing walked into the living room, he saw a young man coming to greet him.
With a face that looked exactly like Peng Zhong's, the young man introduced himself to Mo Qing with a playful smile: "Hello, I am Mr. Jiang's assistant, Peng Ren. Just call me Xiao Ren."
Peng Zhong followed and kicked Peng Ren: "Go aside."
"Oh." Peng Ren covered half of his butt and moved away, but still pointed at himself towards Mo Qing, "I, Xiao Ren. The tough Ren." Then he pointed at Peng Zhong, "He, Xiao Zhong. The loyal one."
Loyalty.”
Peng Zhong's expression darkened, as if he was wondering how he could have such a retarded brother.
After adjusting his expression, Peng Zhong nodded to Mo Qing and said hello: "Miss Mo."
"Where's Jiang Ke?" Mo Qing asked.
"Master Jiang is in the study, so don't bother me." Peng Ren came over again, "Miss Mo, have you eaten? Sister Chen left dinner for you. It's hot."
"good."
Mo Qing carried her backpack and walked to the dining table.
Peng Ren wanted to follow him.
Peng Zhong couldn't bear it anymore. He grabbed Peng Ren's shoulder and pulled him back. He asked with a dark face: "You've eaten brown sugar and you're leaning forward with a shameful face?"
"Didn't you say that Mr. Jiang's attitude towards Mo Qing was very strange, and he was afraid that Mo Qing had other agendas?" Peng Ren was very innocent, blinking his eyes, "How can I find out information if I don't have a good relationship with her?"
"Your mouth is like a sieve. Don't let anyone know about your family background without prying out any information." Peng Zhong was speechless, "Can you shut up?"
"...Yes." Peng Ren agreed angrily.
…
Mo Qing didn't pay much attention to Peng Ren's appearance.
What she cares about is dinner.
Dinner is crispy duck with sesame seeds, crispy pork slices, crock pot soup, and ground delicacies, which she also likes to eat.
Mo Qing glanced at several dishes and asked Mrs. Chen: "These are the ones Jiang Ke likes?"
"Yes." Mrs. Chen replied in a neither humble nor overbearing tone, "Master Jiang said that if it doesn't suit Miss Mo's taste, you can tell me your preference in private."
"oh."
"Miss Mo, do you have any preferences?"
"No." After Mo Qing finished answering, seeing Sister-in-law Chen hesitated, he added, "I'm not picky about food."
Mrs. Chen still only thought she was being polite and wanted to wait until she got acquainted with her before asking, so she answered and didn't ask again.
Mo Qing ate his food and his eyes narrowed slightly.
Once was a coincidence.
What is twice?
*
I had three days of classes this week, which were two consecutive days of monthly exams.
On Friday afternoon, Mo Qing handed in his paper ten minutes later, left school first, and went straight to a place called Ion Lane.
Ion Lane has the largest underground trading market in Dongshi City. The market only opens on Friday, Saturday and Sunday.
Most people will only see an ordinary market when they come here, but if they come here with knowledge, they can buy everything they want.
After wandering around the busy market for a long time, Mo Qing smelled the aroma of medicine and came to a stall set up on the spot. The stall was just a piece of cloth with some Chinese herbal medicines on it.
Mo Qing knelt down in front of the stall, picked up two pieces of Bupleurum, and then looked at the stall owner.
The boss was wearing cheap long clothes and trousers, sitting loosely on the horse, and wearing a bamboo hat, covering most of his face.
The moment Mo Qing raised her eyes, she met his eyes. He had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, handsome features, and a handsome face that could kill an entire market vendor in an instant.
However, at this moment, he had a straight face, his eyes were faintly glowing green, and he barely had the words "hell" written on it.
