"I don't care, I can sell it for money, it's the same for anyone."
Song Yun generously admitted that there was nothing to conceal about this matter.
Zhu Deyuan sighed. Song Yun's luck was too good and his eyes were too harsh. The things that were photographed for tens of thousands of dollars were sold for 15 million in a blink of an eye. This omission was too big and it was amazing.
"Hahaha!"
"Luck is better!"
"Honestly, when it was taken, I didn't expect it to be such a valuable thing."
Song Yun smiled and shook his head.
Zhu Deyuan glanced at Song Yun. This was definitely a polite remark. He was 100% sure that Song Yun had already known the value of that box.
"Mr. Zhu, have you known that the plate is fake?"
Zhu Deyuan glanced at Han Xue, his pretty face flushed, and the tears in his eyes almost fell.
Zhu Deyuan opened his mouth, but couldn't say what he wanted to say.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"My face is lost!"
When Han Xue saw Zhu Deyuan like this, she didn’t understand what was going on. The plate was absolutely fake. The funny thing was that every time someone came to her office, she would show it off. God knows how many people there are. Seeing that the plate was fake, thinking that these people saw that it was fake, but silently watching them make a fool of themselves, their eyeballs fell out directly wherever they could be controlled.
"Hahaha!"
"Xiao Han, although this plate is fake, it is a high-quality imitation. The workmanship is very exquisite. Most people can't tell it is fake, so you don't have to worry too much."
Zhu Deyuan panicked when he saw it, and quickly analyzed.
Song Yun looked at him and almost broke his belly with a smile, Zhu Deyuan, a typical straight man, this kind of analysis might as well not explain.
What does it mean that ordinary people cannot see that it is fake?
What this means is that there must still be someone who can tell that it is fake!
How could Han Xue stand this?
As expected, when Han Xue heard Zhu Deyuan say this, her tears fell even more.
Zhu Deyuan was helpless and could only look at Song Yun for help.
Song Yun looked up at the ceiling, pretending to see nothing, he didn't want to go in this muddy water.
Han Xue cried for a while before she stopped, walked directly to the shelf, picked up the plate, and slammed it to the ground with a "boom", and then called the secretary to come in and clean it up.
Song Yun rubbed his nose vigorously, thinking not to offend women, especially beauties like Han Xue. It was not a joke to initiate.
"Song Yun, invite me to dinner at noon. I want to have a big meal, the best and most expensive one."
Han Xue sat down on the sofa opposite Song Yun.
"why?"
"Why?"
Song Yun was stunned.
"I saw a joke and invited me to dinner. Isn't it normal?"
"In a word, please or not?"
Han Xue is confident.
"please!"
"You are right, it must be requested!"
Song Yun quickly agreed that it would be better not to offend Han Xue because of this situation.
"go!"
"Go now!"
Han Xue stood up, picked up her bag, turned around and walked out.
Song Yun had no choice but to follow behind.
Zhu Deyuan walked out of the office and finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Han Xue and Song Yun had already left.
"Mr. Zhu, what happened?"
"How do I hear the sound of smashing things?"
Zhu Deyuan looked back and found Xie Feng to tell the story.
"No way?"
"Han Xue knows that the plate is fake?"
"Doesn't this have to turn the sky?"
Xie Feng's eyes widened, his expression shocked.
"Who said no? Han Xue was crying!"
"Gosh! I felt the earth was shaking, like the end of the world!"
Zhu Deyuan looked scared.
"Who said no?"
"That's right! You said that the young man was Song Yun just now? It was the Song Yun we picked up from our hands?"
"The plate in Han Xue's office, he can tell at a glance that it is fake?"
"Is this too powerful?"
"I remember that the plate was so imitation that it was impossible for idlers to see it!"
Xie Feng patted his head.
Zhu Deyuan smiled bitterly, Xie Feng said that it was not wrong. The plate was really good for copying. After studying for half a month, he finally determined that it was a fake. Song Yun could tell at a glance that this is really too powerful. , Qianlang died on the beach, it seems that this is reasonable.
Xie Feng thoughtfully, a thought came to his mind.
Zhu Deyuan had a unique vision, but after all, he was too old to come to work every day. If Song Yun could be invited, this would definitely be a good thing.
Xie Feng patted his head. He suddenly felt that his idea was ridiculous. He could earn 15 million yuan by picking up a leak. Such a person could not be hired by himself. The temple of his own auction company was too small and completely content. No less than such a great god.
Zhu Deyuan and Xie Feng had their own minds, and they didn't speak for a while, standing in a daze at the door of Han Xue's office.
