Song Yun looked at the stall owner. He was a middle-aged man in his fifties. His face was wrinkled, his brows were tightened, half of his hair was white, his complexion was not very good, and he was malnourished. Looks like, the clothes on her body are wrinkled, and her eyes are blank, she knows her life is not going well.
Song Yun shook his head. Such a person's antiques are really embarrassing to miss.
Tang Miaomiao sighed softly, and she could also see that the man who set up the stall had a hard life. This kind of person really couldn't bear to pick it up from his hand.
"This boss doesn't know what to call?"
Song Yun squatted down and pulled the things on the stall, making sure that there was nothing good except the one he saw.
"Hahaha!"
"My last name is Zhang."
"You two don't know what you are following?"
Zhang Peng squeezed a little smile on his face. The two people in front of him can be seen from the clothes they are wearing. They are definitely a rich man. Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but feel refreshed. If he could sell something. My life is much better. Recently, my wife has been ill and needs a lot of money. I have been busy taking care of it. I have not set up a stall for several days. There is really no way today. If I don’t come, I don’t have any money. I have to be hard. Scalp out.
"Just tell me what you are fancy, the price will definitely give you the most favorable price."
Zhang Peng was a little anxious, wishing to sell all the things on his stall for money, even if it was a few hundred yuan, to relieve his urgent need.
"did you see that!"
"Song Yun and Tang Miaomiao squatted in front of that stall!"
"Could it be that they found something good?"
"Aren't you just missing it?"
"I have been setting up a stall here for decades, and I have never seen it with my own eyes!"
"Shall we go and see?"
"Okay, take a look!"
Song Yun and Tang Miaomiao are really celebrities in the antique market right now. As soon as they stopped in front of the stall, they immediately attracted attention. At the beginning, they just talked about it. Then they don’t know who will take the lead. Many people immediately Just walked over, and in a blink of an eye, the third circle of the stall was densely packed with people around three circles.
Zhang Peng was a little dazed. He didn’t know what happened. How come all of a sudden so many people gathered around. It’s not the first time he has come here in the ghost market. He has never encountered anything like this before. There are also people, not as many as there are now, but he just wants to make a business now, and he doesn't think much about it.
"Boss Zhang, tell you the truth, this Miss Tang and I opened an antique shop in front of it, called Zhenbaoge, if you inquire about it."
"Recently we are collecting antiques, and we are collecting antiques at market prices."
"You have a good item on this stall. Of course we want to buy it if you want."
"It depends on what you mean!"
Song Yun didn't go around the corner and spoke directly. Since he didn't plan to pick up the leak, he just said it directly.
"Is there a good thing on my stall?"
"really?"
"I do not know how!?"
Zhang Peng was a little dumbfounded. It was not a professional stall. To put it bluntly, he was interested in antique collection. He set up a stall and put it out when he had time. The antiques are all accumulated by himself because he has no money. Naturally, none of the good things were received. Now someone says that there are good things on their stalls, which is a bit unexpected.
"Two bosses."
"Everything on my stall is worth a thousand or hundreds of dollars. You have to spot it, but don't say that I am blinded by you."
Zhang Peng hesitated for a moment, shook his head, and spoke directly. He felt that the two young men standing in front of his stall were definitely looking away.
Song Yun and Tang Miaomiao couldn't help but laugh at each other. It's really rare that there are such honest people these days.
"Boss Zhang, as I said just now, we opened our own antique shop to buy and sell antiques. We naturally know the rules. You don't have to worry about that."
Song Yun was already 100% sure at this time that the person who set up the stall was definitely not a professional. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to have never heard of his name. The people in the entire antique market now defend themselves like thieves. , I can’t wait to just throw a photo of myself on the stall, so as not to recognize the wrong person. The one in front of me doesn’t know what happened recently.
"This boss, just say, what do you like?"
"Look at it carefully first, and if you really want it, let's talk about the price."
Zhang Peng pointed to the things on the stall.
Song Yun directly picked up a bowl no more than 10 cm in diameter.
"What I want is this thing."
"Boss Zhang, don't know how much you plan to sell?"
Song Yun said as he passed the small bowl in his hand to Tang Miaomiao.
Tang Miaomiao took a look, and nodded gently. Song is great, with a very unique vision. The good things are picked out. The important thing is that it is a few meters away from this stall, and you can see it at a glance. Machine, definitely not a joke, ability to leverage.
"5000 yuan!"
"The boss, if you think it's okay, you can take this small bowl 5,000 yuan."
Zhang Peng glanced at the small bowl Song Yun was holding and offered a price.
"5000 yuan?"
"Are you sure this small bowl is 5,000 yuan?"
Song Yun shook his head. The man who set up the stall was definitely a two-knife. He was probably a hobbyist, and he couldn't tell how much the small bowl in front of him was worth.
