Chapter 791: No accident

Just as Song Yun walked into the Treasure Pavilion, Deng Xiaolan said hello and raised the phone in her hand.
"What's wrong? What happened?"
Song Yun walked in front of Deng Xiaolan, a little strange, he didn't know what he wanted to say to himself.
"Our trouble seems to be bigger!"
"Nowadays, there are more and more people discussing Yuanqinghua. I guess it may not take long before some reporters will find us."
Deng Xiaolan said, handing her mobile phone over.
Song Yun took it and took a look, and found that it was a hot search again.
"Oh!"
"It turned out to be this matter, don't worry, there is no problem. Tang Miaomiao and I have already handled it."
Song Yun didn't take this matter to heart at all. After giving Deng Xiaolan his mobile phone, he sat down on the sofa to make tea with water. He has no other arrangements today, or he has no more arrangements these days. , The daily task is to stay here in the treasure pavilion to see what monsters and monsters will jump out, knowing that no matter who it is, if you want to plot Yuan Qinghua, it should appear soon, and you only need to wait for it.
Deng Xiaolan was a little bit puzzled. There is no doubt that he is under pressure now. I don't know why Song Yun is so calm. If it were her, she would have been upset and dry.
"Does it really mean that everything has been handled?"
"But such a thing is unsolvable, right?"
"The only solution is to donate the Yuan Qinghua, but how is this possible? Where would anyone be willing to donate such a valuable thing?!"
Deng Xiaolan thought about it, still wondering how Song Yun and Tang Miaomiao would deal with this matter, but she knew that she was not suitable for asking Song Yun, so she could only watch the changes.
Deng Xiaolan soon didn't have time to think about this. The phone rang continuously, and Zhenbaoge's business has become more and more busy during this period.
Yamaguchi Yuki and Kim Sung-soo appeared in front of Jinbao Pavilion. They looked at the huge sign, and the expressions on their faces were a little unclear.
"Are we going in now?"
"Do you want to do anything else?"
Yamaguchi Yuki felt that he was a little panicked. After entering the treasure pavilion, he would fight to the death. If it was someone else, he was very sure in his heart, but he knew the facts of such a young man after dealing with Song Yun several times. The upper part is a very difficult bone. There is really no bottom in his heart. At this time when he is standing in front of the treasure pavilion, he even feels a little confused in his heart.
"Yamaguchi Yuki, we now have no other choice but to do something like this."
Kim Sung-soo knows very well what Yamaguchi Yuki is thinking about now, or what he is afraid of. Song Yun is really too difficult to deal with. Generally speaking, people who run antique shops are all about money. You can sell rich antiques to anyone. Song Yun is totally different. He has a very strong principled tendency while selling antiques, but there is only one road in front of Huashan, and he can only enter, not retreat.
Yamaguchi Yuki was silent for a while, did not say anything, raised his foot and walked into the treasure pavilion.
Deng Xiaolan looked at her mobile phone. When Yamaguchi Yuki and Kim Sung-soo first appeared in front of Zhenbao Pavilion, she had already noticed it, and immediately understood that this was because the good ones did not come, and the ones who came were not good. Today these two people came to Zhenbao again Ge, it's definitely finding fault.
"Miss, we are here to find Mr. Song Yunsong or Miss Tang Miao Miao Tang, I don't know if they are here now, or are they free now?!"
Yamaguchi Yuki was very polite and bowed before speaking.
Deng Xiaolan just wanted to shake her head when Song Yun's voice came over.
"Let them come over!"
"I happen to be free to see what happened, the important thing is that I am a little bored now."
Song Yun put down the teacup in his hand and turned his head to look at Yamaguchi Yuki and Kim Sung-soo. When he saw these two men, he was not surprised at all.