The whole world is in turmoil.

Even those 9-to-5 students, white-collar workers, and ordinary people from all walks of life have smelled a hint of gunpowder from the news that has been constantly swiping on TV in the last few hours.

It's the evening of the fourth day of Mandate of Heaven's suspension.

Walking in an old alley in Yanjing's Xicheng District, Xi Mucheng had a smile on the corner of his mouth, but there was not much relaxation in the depths of his eyes, but a trace of worry and solemnity.

He was the only one who came to this meeting.

"That person, what he stands for behind him..."

Thinking of the familiar voice on the phone, Xi Mucheng couldn't help but sink slightly.

In this world, even he is extremely afraid of the behemoth, you can imagine...

However, remembering what he said to him the last time they met, Xi Mucheng was still slightly relieved, after all, as far as it seems, he had not posed any threat to that behemoth, not to mention, they seemed to have a common enemy now.

Thinking of this, he was in a better mood, and even observed the pedestrians around him with some leisure.

The agreed place, very strange, is an old steamed bun shop.

Finding the agreed place and sitting down, ordering a pot of tea and some food, there were still about ten minutes before the agreed time, Xi Mucheng waited quietly.

The business of the steamed bun shop is very prosperous today, and it is basically full of people from the inside out.

The boss is a middle-aged uncle, wearing a white chef's scarf and a chef's hat, but he doesn't need to do much, everything is done by two hired subordinates.

"Mandate of Heaven" has been suspended, and the number of people who are out of business today has almost doubled several times compared to the past, a small alley, but there are many people coming and going.

It seemed that seeing that Xi Mucheng's temperament was out of place with his surroundings, and he had a somewhat aristocratic demeanor, the boss, who was watching TV with relish, couldn't help but move over and talk.

"Where is the gentleman?"

He said happily, speaking a very authentic Beijing accent.

"Huaxia people."

Xi Mucheng glanced at him, smiled faintly, and stopped paying attention.

"Sir is really good at telling jokes."

The owner of the bun shop couldn't help laughing, then continued to watch TV, and after a while, he sighed to himself:

"I guess, it's those big conglomerates doing things again, tsk tsk, I just hope they don't hurt those of us who earn hard-earned money."

Xi Mucheng was drinking tea, and when he heard this, he couldn't help but follow his gaze to the news broadcast on TV.

"According to reports, the European capital market has undergone tremendous changes in recent days, with 70 percent of the shares of the Power of England Company, 45 percent of the shares of Deutsche National Petroleum Company, and 30 percent of the shares of Siemens, which were originally part of the Lee Group, all changing hands."

"Now, the entire European financial market has collapsed, a major reshuffle has been carried out, and investors have sold off one after another, but fortunately, several major financial institutions have entered the rescue market, and the National Financial Directorate of England has also personally announced the rescue of the market, and the situation has been controlled..."

The host on the screen has a solemn face.

Seeing this scene, even a fool understands that what will follow will be a rare capital winter in the world for decades.

Before I knew it, fifteen minutes had passed.

People have not yet come.

Xi Mucheng glanced at a clock hanging in the bun shop, and looked at the boss for a while.

"The boss also plays stocks?"

He suddenly turned his head and looked at the owner of the steamed bun shop with a sigh on his face.

The owner of the bun shop was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect that Xi Mucheng, a boy who looked like an aristocratic man, would take the initiative to find a word, and he was a little flattered.

"Play a little, it's all hard-earned money, I don't dare to invest more, but I've been trapped in it these days, and I don't know how much I have to lose every day!"

The boss's face immediately collapsed, and he sighed.

It's a...

Drama spirit.

Xi Mucheng sighed secretly, if he didn't think that there was no need to go around in circles with him, he wouldn't have even noticed the familiar Siemens special clock in the bun shop.

Obviously, this is a steamed bun shop with a special purpose.

Under closer inspection, other utensils also have more or less some characteristics revealed.

Perhaps, even these men, women, and children sitting next to them are the ones who arranged for them.

It's right to think about it, Xi Mucheng originally thought that he had some special intention to meet him in this kind of place, but now it seems that he is obviously thinking too much, and this place is clearly an underground contact point.

In other words.

I'm in a den of thieves!

Xi Mucheng was not shocked and laughed.

Just when the owner of the steamed bun shop was still complaining to Xi Mucheng with a bitter melon face.

"When will the people arrive?"

Unexpectedly, in the next second, Xi Mucheng asked a sentence that was irrelevant, which directly made the boss change color.

Xi Mucheng stood up, clapped his hands, and shook his head slightly.

"Take me there."

Without waiting for the boss to answer, a trace of unusual movement around him had already aroused his touch.

Is it inside?

Xi Mucheng smiled.

With that, he straightened up, walked through the crowd, and walked towards the innermost part of the bun shop.

Strange to say, the originally lively atmosphere around came to an abrupt end at this moment.

Everyone's movements came to a standstill as if the cassette had pressed the pause button.

Only the eyes looked in the same direction.

Suddenly, a young man who looked angry showed a hint of danger and jealousy in his eyes, and stood up like lightning, as if he wanted to prevent Xi Mucheng from entering the inside of the bun shop.

However, before his body left the table, an invisible, extremely terrifying force directly pressed him back.

The young man's face suddenly changed wildly, and his heart was even more shocked.

"Eat well, the rest has nothing to do with you."

Xi Mucheng's footsteps suddenly stopped, and he turned around and took a deep look at everyone sitting in the bun shop, and the corners of his mouth drew a slight arc.

It's like a mockery.

Everyone's faces were hot, and some people were even red, and their eyes were full of anger, but there was an extremely terrifying coercion on their bodies, suppressing them, and they couldn't move.

The figure stopped in front of the curtain in the back kitchen, and only one last step remained.

But no one could stand in the way of his steps.

Instead, endure his merciless ridicule.

"Sir, please calm your anger, forgive us for being rude, my master is waiting for you inside." The only person who could forcibly break free from control was actually the owner of the bun shop, which made Xi Mucheng a little surprised.

He nodded slightly and waved his hand.

Then he lifted the curtain and stepped in curiously.

So mysterious?

Then it must not be the old acquaintance who is waiting for him.

Who is it?

Xi Mucheng smiled at the corner of his mouth.

(End of chapter)