"Yes! Yes! You are right! How much is this thing?"
"Hurry up, let's say the price, we are waiting for the flowers!"
The crowd started booing!
Song Yun smiled. This is not surprising. The most exciting thing about antiques or missing antiques is the price.
"Sanyang Zun is not a particularly valuable thing."
"Between 4 million and 7 million, the one I picked up is very good. So far, there is no problem. I have to check it carefully when I go back. If this is the case, it will be around 10 million. Someone is still willing to buy it. of."
Song Yun rubbed his hands on Sanyang Zun, carefully observed the intensity of the white light, and made a judgment.
"Song Yun is right. The market price of this statue should be around 10 million yuan."
"If you go to auction or meet someone you like, 13 to 15 million are possible."
Zhu Deyuan nodded, and Song Yun's valuation had no problem at all.
"what!"
"Isn't it legal!? I heard it right!?"
"10 million base? Is it possible 15 million?"
...
"Oh my God!"
"This is another big leak!"
...
"Get rich!"
"Song Yun is getting rich again and getting rich!"
...
"100,000!"
"Have you noticed that Song Yun only spent 100,000, and made nearly 10 million in a blink of an eye!"
...
"Special!"
"It's not so fast to grab money!"
"This is the winner of life!"
...
"Zhong Fu is so angry, right?"
"Who said no?"
"Those who don't do business honestly have this fate!"
...
"Zhong Fu is really a villain!"
"That's right! The real villain thought that Song Yun and Tang Miaomiao would buy his fakes and put them in the Treasure Pavilion, threatening to suspend the money. Who knows the real reason is this!"
"Hahaha!"
"Really a poor man!"
...
Zhong Fu's face was red and white, always thinking that he was a wise man, and finally found out that he was a fool.
"this is mine!"
"This Sanyang Zun is mine!"
Zhong Fu muttered to himself, suddenly rushed to Xu Desheng, reaching out to grab it.
Song Yun knew people like Zhong Fu very well and was always on guard, and when he saw him rushing over, he immediately stopped.
"Zhong Fu, what do you want to do?"
Song Yun looked at Zhong Fu coldly.
"Sanyang Zun is mine!"
"it is mine!"
Zhong Fu yelled loudly, crazy.
"your?"
"Is there something wrong with the brain?"
"Who was yelling here just now that 100,000 yuan sold all the antiques to me?"
"Don't want to admit what I said?"
"It doesn't matter!"
"I have a contract signed and fingerprinted by you!"
Song Yun waved the contract in his hand.
"The villain! The real villain!"
"I just said that all 100,000 will be sold to Song Yun. Now that I see valuable things in it at this time, I want to regret it!"
"Zhong Fu is such a person, but he kicked the iron plate this time, and Song Yun is clearly prepared to guard against his move!"
"How can such a person still have the face to mess around here?"
"Ashamed to be with such a person!"
"Now everyone sees Zhong Fu's true face clearly, and no one will ever buy antiques from him again!"
"By the way, Song Yun is awesome!"
"Yes, yes! That's awesome! Another missed one!"
"Hey! Be sure to get it in a blink of an eye! This person is really irritating than others!"
"Envy, jealousy and hatred!"
Zhong Fu's mind was blank, his ears buzzed non-stop, his face was as pale as a piece of white paper.
Song Yun ignored Zhong Fu, who was like a wooden man, and used the cart to pull away all the antiques, just trying to cover up the leakage. Now this matter has no meaning. He simply talked to the person in charge of market management and asked someone to take away everything. All of the fake antiques are broken before being pulled away, so as not to go out to harm people.
