"I have seen that piece of bloodstone."
"The head is bigger than the one in front of me, but whether it's blood volume or the texture of the stone, the one in front of me is even better."
"More importantly, the market in front of you has formed a complete pattern."
"It's not an exaggeration to describe it as a priceless treasure."
"It has to be valued. I think 500 million to 600 million is definitely not a problem."
"If you do a good job of publicity and go to a big auction, the price of this stone can be sold at a very considerable price, and it is not difficult to sell one billion."
Zuo Jiang frowned and pondered for a while before he spoke his opinion.
"No way?"
"A stone is so valuable?!"
"At least five or six billion, can even sell for more than one billion?"
Chen Tingting cried out, already knowing that the stone in front of him was really valuable, and whether he reported the number from Zuo Jiang or it far exceeded her psychological prediction.
"One billion is indeed no problem at all!"
"The amount of bloodstone is now very small, and the ones that can be seen on the market are relatively small, such as the size of an egg or the size of a thumb. If it can be as big as a fist, it is already very impressive. Most of them are just punctate blood, or blood that can reach the shape of a strip. The texture is usually not very good. Even so, it can sell for more than 10 million or even 20 to 30 million."
"The piece before us is so big and the texture is so good, 1 billion is really not a big problem!"
Zhao Weijun nodded, Zuo Jiang's judgment is not at all problematic, and even tends to be conservative. In fact, in his opinion, it is possible for the stone in front of him to exceed 2 billion.
"You guys who play antiques are too profitable?!"
"No business can match this!"
Chen Tingting's eyes widened. Her family was in business. Dad was the richest person in a place, but he made only a few hundred million or tens of millions in a year. When the bloodstone in front of him was bought, However, it is only 100,000 yuan, which can sell for 1 billion in an instant. This is not making money at all, and it is not so fast.
"Hahaha!"
"It's not us who makes too much money?!"
Zhu Deyuan pointed to Song Yun.
"Song Yun is making money!"
"This matter needs to be clarified!"
"We people have played with antiques for a lifetime, and we have indeed picked up and leaked them, but all of them together are not enough for this kid!"
Zhu Deyuan shook his head. There was really no place to reason about this. This kind of thing happened to Song Yun one after another. He had seen too much, and he was already numb now.
"Ok!"
"In the antique industry, it is indeed possible to get rich overnight, but it is more about eyeing. The end result of such a thing is likely to be bankruptcy."
"What we saw was only the good side. More news about the punches did not come out at all."
"This is the legend that only saw the thief eating meat but not the thief being beaten!"
Xu Desheng sighed. In this circle for many years, he has seen far more ruined homes and deaths than getting rich overnight. Normal state, but just like himself and Zhu Deyuan, picking up a few omissions based on experience. Make a small fortune, buy low and sell high. I have some antiques in my hand for a lifetime. There are ten to twenty million in the bank. This is already an incredible achievement. Song Yun is such a villain who has not seen the ancients before. There are comers.
Song Yun said nothing and pretended not to hear anything. In this situation, silence is golden.
"Song Yun, what do you plan to do with a stone?!"
"Do you want to sell it or collect it yourself?!"
Zuo Jiang looked at Song Yun. The stone in front of him was so beautiful that he couldn't help but be moved.
