I'm A Trash

Episode 20's

Although Lin Mu was very young at age, but the handling of Chang Kunzi's spirit in him, made the young man look dashing and very different from the one he used to be, before dying, following Chang Kunzi's actual posture-before the man also died and ended up his soul trapped in Lin Mu's body.

Complicated if examined in depth.

This morning, in his casual style, Lin Mu walked up to the flight-airport area.

AERO MEXICO - the name of the plane that will take him flying today to the city where the rare plant he wanted was located.

The first time I got on a plane, I didn't know what it was like said Chang Kunzi.

Although it sounds silly, but for the size of a layman who comes from a different world like himself, he is quite fast and responsive to modern things. Fortunately he likes to read, so all kinds of technology control and such in this era, he can easily master.

Now his pair of legs began to climb the stairs of the plane, and look .. there was no one there but him. Was it with his money, Lin Mu booked a flight in private?

Oh, aye. Let me see the seat number for a second.

Through his smart phone, he checks a little need. After enough, a little smile on her sweet lips. "If everything is this easy, it doesn't feel bad to have organization in the back" he muttered as he stared at the screen of his phone, then continued his steps after the object returned he slipped into the inside of his suit pocket.

Hm ....

It turns out that he's not the only one who's going to be in the air on the same plane. A sexy woman, long-haired in dark purple, had first sat filling one of the seats in the passenger row.

Aside from being seen from the glamour appearance with her slightly haughty style, the four men in black uniforms, sat on four perfect spots - right, left, front and back, as the female bodyguards. Indicates that he is not an ordinary person.

Amidst the waiting mode for the plane to take off, the silence between the five people, was slightly broken with a figure suddenly appearing from their front direction.

"Mh ...." The sexy woman frowned, a little surprised. "Isn't the plane booked by us?" ask him to the man sitting to the right of his position.

The man hesitated enough to answer, but inevitably he had to, "Before we board the plane, the airport officer has said, if the plane will suddenly add seats for important people," brightest.

The woman looked up, raising her face judging the appearance of the person getting closer walking towards her. "Important person?" muttered.

"It doesn't look alike ...."

Who else if not Lin Mu, the young man also looked flabbergasted, finding the five figures were looking at him. Before finally he forced a smile and a friendly greeting that even seemed stiff, "Hallo."

There's no reply.

And Lin Mu didn't care, he kept his feet moving towards his seat number which turned out to be just a single line crossed in front of the woman.

The touch screen monitor before him began to fiddle with Lin Mu, and it did not escape the gaze of the purple-haired woman behind him. The pair of eyes framed with dense, plump fur was calmly observing in his position.

"If Miss Lu is not satisfied, I will communicate with the airport." The man beside her returned. Feeling maybe scared if her lady will get inflamed after this.

And it turned out a little beyond her expectations.

"It's okay," the woman's reply sounded without a burden. "He's quite attractive compared to the people I've met lately" he said with a faint smile.

Two hours later, the plane had landed perfectly on the runway of the other-city destination Lin Mu.

The woman and her four bodyguards began to descend uphill one by one.

Quite calm at first - as before. But then it changed, when Lin Mu suddenly passed by them with song and gasp no matter what.

One of his bodyguards inflamed dislike responding to Lin Mu's temperament which he probably thought. "Miss Lu, what is necessary ...."

"No problem! I'm just a little bit unaccustomed to it" the lady said.

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Hundreds of red chairs crowded a hall of the building where in the middle of an auction of various types of antiques is also luxurious. And Lin Mu was already sitting in one of his parts.

In front of her - on stage, the host was already speaking perhaps more than a thousand words, visible from the color of her lips that were beginning to bruise and thicken - perhaps.

It was just a ridiculous assumption to extend the word count.

Goods by goods with different owners are shown the host one by one, to all guests present fill their place. Which then and always happens the offer and the price of the buyers, until it ends up in the highest bargaining number as the winner and owner of the goods then.

Lim Mu was still waiting, what he wanted had not yet got a turn to show.

The auction system was not like in general, where only items were shown. Here, the owner also participates by describing the advantages of the goods to be sold.

"Please be the next seller!" exclaim the MC through a microphone that reflects his voice very loudly, to the strident throughout the hall.

Out came the figure of a man wearing a grey suit and curly hair that rolled at the front of his forehead.

A wooden box formed a small crate the size of 20 x 15 centimeters, began to be opened.

"These medicinal grasses were obtained from a potion picker and have been professionally identified, have very high medicinal value" the man explained, pointing out what he meant to all the guests.

That's the stuff! Lin Mu smiled happily at his position. What he was waiting for showed quite quickly.

As if he did not want to linger, the owner of the goods emphasized his core purpose, "Regarding the price, starting from twenty million!"

"Just twenty million?" Lin Mu was aghast, yet smiled happily later. "This group of people does not understand the value of muzhi grass" he commented.

And began to be crowded with each other, people around with various price offers.

"24 million!"

"26 million!"

"30 million!"

Which then ends ....

"Seventy million!" Lin Mu pointed out, more than double the final bid vote before him.

"That's seventy million! Is there a higher price?!" The host called and asked. "Seventy million twice?! Three times?! ...." No one said anymore, and .... "AGREE! This medicinal grass already belongs to this Master!"

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Sliding down the corridor leading to the exit, Lin Mu looked with a happy face along with the wooden box containing the muzhi grass in his hand.

When I returned to Donghai City, the bronze furnace I ordered, should have arrived as well.