"One hour!"
"A full hour!"
"It seems that if we don't call him, we can sit for another hour!"
Zhu Deyuan drank the tea and looked at Xie Feng, who was not far away. After Yuan Qinghua was put out, he kept watching, regardless of other things.
"Xie Feng has always wanted to get an incredible antique and put it on auction in the auction company. The big jar of Yuan Qinghua Characters Story is undoubtedly the best choice. Now that I see it, I can't get it. It's not surprising that I'm possessed."
Han Xue was holding the tea cup, she knew exactly what Xie Feng was thinking.
"Song Yun, can it really be said that the big jar can't be auctioned this time?!"
"Didn't you ever say that you don't want to collect antiques?!"
"If this is the case, I mean, if you really want to sell this can, why don't you resolutely give it to our auction company for auction?!"
Han Xue looked at Song Yun. She clearly remembered saying something like this.
Song Yun knew that Han Xue hoped that this time he would be able to hand over the Yuan blue and white Datang Prosperity pot to the auction company for auction.
"This is impossible!"
"Xie Feng told me about this before, and in the end he had to give up!"
Song Yun shook his head.
"what?!"
"Is it impossible?!"
"How could Xie Feng give up?!"
Han Xue didn't understand what Song Yun meant.
"The sale of antiques, especially the sale of antiques at a certain level, is not that simple. There is no problem in keeping it in my hands, but if you want to sell it, that is another matter!"
Tang Miaomiao inserted an explanation.
When Han Xue heard this, she immediately understood that she was really caring and messing up. Why didn't she even forget this? The antique business is not as casually traded as people think. There are various rules, the more precious the antique. , The greater the restraint, the Yuan blue and white Datang Shengshi Tu can, not to mention the public auction, even if it changes hands in private, it will take a lot of effort. Simply put, it is no problem to stay in Song Yun’s hands. Once you change hands, you will get into big trouble immediately.
Xie Feng finally left, and Han Xue followed. Only Song Yun, Tang Miaomiao and Zhu Deyuan remained in the treasure pavilion.
"what?!"
"Elder Zhu, why are you still not leaving? Are you still waiting for me to buy you a supper?!"
Song Yun saw that Zhu Deyuan had been drinking tea, and had no intention of leaving.
"Did you kid find something?!"
"Speak out and listen!"
Zhu Deyuan looked at Song Yun with a smile.
"what?!"
"No way?!"
"You can see this?!"
Song Yun was a little dumbfounded. He did discover something. This was the fundamental reason why he went to Luo Yuan to see antiques. Otherwise, he would waste this time if he knew it was a fake antique.
"Talk about it!"
"What did you find?!"
"Just a hairy boy like you, I can't hide anything in my mind. I can't even think of it!"
Zhu Deyuan proudly cocked Erlang's legs.
"Do you still remember Jiang Mengyao's case?!"
"The blue and white yuan in Luo Yuan's hand is very similar to the antiques that Jiang Mengyao seized."
Song Yun didn't really want to talk about this in front of Zhu Deyuan, so he planned to tell Tang Miaomiao later, but Zhu Deyuan was so curious and told him it was OK.
"what?!"
"you sure?"
Zhu Deyuan originally thought that Song Yun had found some good antiques at Guo Chunhua, but he didn't expect it to be such a thing. He was a little dumbfounded.
Song Yun didn't speak, just nodded.
"Could it be from the same person again?!"
Tang Miaomiao was making tea. Hearing Song Yun's words, he immediately stopped.
"This can only be said to be possible, whether it is true or not, no one knows!"
It is impossible for Song Yun to be sure of such a thing, he is just something that he inferred from these high imitations, and there is no real evidence.
Zhu Deyuan left after sitting for a while, hurriedly when he left, very serious, not knowing what he thought of.
Song Yun noticed this and originally wanted to ask, but finally dismissed the idea, no matter what it was, Zhu Deyuan would say it if he wanted to say it. If he didn't want to talk about himself, there was no need to ask.
The tea in front of Tang Miaomiao was already cool, and he didn't even want to drink.
Song Yun sighed, knowing what was going on, and simply asked Tang Miaomiao to call Jiang Mengyao.
