Tang Miaomiao stood up and closed the door of Song Yun's room. There was no one else in the room at this time. Of course, speaking without any scruples.
"How is this possible?"
"I'm not a saint!"
"This is a one-billion-dollar or two-billion-dollar antique. Isn't this money? Am I a fool. Just throw away such a large sum of money?"
Song Yun stared at Tang Miaomiao with shocked eyes, this is nonsense, how could he not care about such a large sum of money?
When Shen Xue heard Song Yun say this, she immediately laughed, this is the real truth.
One hundred million or even two hundred million, so much money, how could one not care at all?
All fools care!
How many people can make so much money in a lifetime?
Tang Miaomiao was stunned for a while and then laughed. Suddenly he felt that he was really stupid. To what extent did he get into his head before asking such a question.
"If you really care, then why do you promise not to return the antique to the museum?"
Tang Miaomiao originally thought that Song Yun was incomparably lofty and he had reached the pinnacle of his thoughts, and he would do something like this. Now it seems that this is not the case at all.
"Antiques are very hot recently!"
"We definitely can't eat it!"
"The antiques flowing out of the museum are directly the property of the country. Since this kind of thing belongs to the country, no matter how many years it has been in our hands, as long as the news goes out, it will definitely be impossible to eat. This is nothing. Questions."
Tang Miaomiao and Shen Xue look at me, and I look at you, and finally I have to admit that Song Yun's statement is very reasonable.
"Considering this, coupled with the face of Zhu Deyuan and Zhu Lao, I think it is best to handle this matter like this. It is meaningless to hold an antique that is not visible at all."
Song Yun's true thoughts are like this. He is just an ordinary person. Facing such a valuable antique, it is impossible not to care at all, but this does not mean that you must take it for yourself, you must give up.
Song Yun actually had another reason in his heart. God had already given him so much. There was no such thing. Don't be greedy anymore. He didn't say this reason, but buried it in his heart.
After Zhu Deyuan left Song Ping’s room, he immediately walked out of the hotel. When he got downstairs, he walked forward for more than 100 meters, while a Mercedes-Benz was parked. He walked over and knocked on the door of the car and opened it immediately. There are two people, except for the driver, Zhao Weijun.
After Zhao Weijun saw Zhu Deyuan, he immediately got it and asked to get in the car as soon as possible.
After Zhu Deyuan got in the car, the driver drove immediately and arrived in a remote place twenty minutes later.
The night breeze is very cool. At such a time, in such a place, and in such an environment, it should be a very refreshing thing, but for Zhao Weijun, all this is meaningless.
"Zhu Deyuan, what is going on?"
As soon as Zhao Weijun got out of the car, he walked a few steps forward and couldn't wait to ask.
Zhu Deyuan glared at Zhao Weijun fiercely, without speaking.
Zhao Weijun understands what Zhu Deyuan means. The less people know about this matter, the better. Just getting off the bus and the driver is so close to him, you may be heard if you say this. Although he says he is very relieved of the driver, he should be careful. , Especially at this critical moment.
Zhao Weijun patted his head vigorously. This time, the incident was too big, which directly caused him to lose control, behave abnormally, and lived for most of his life. Even if he had forgotten such things, Zhu Deyuan had to remind him.
Zhu Deyuan walked forward for several tens of meters without saying a word. He saw that there was no one around, and then he said Song Yun's decision.
"No way?"
"How did that happen?!"
Zhao Weijun never thought that Song Yun would return the antique to the museum free of charge. To be precise, only 56,000 yuan, which is the money Song Yun spent when buying the antique. The problem is that compared to the price of the antique, 56,000 yuan is not at all. Count the money.
"What's impossible?"
"That's what Song Yun said. I will stay with him for Antique. Whenever you want it, I will give it to you."
Zhu Deyuan knew that Zhao Weijun did not believe what he said. In fact, it is impossible for normal people to believe it, but facts are facts, and Song Yun said that.
Zhao Weijun looked at Zhu Deyuan seriously, wanting to see the joking expression on his face, but there was no, nothing at all, obviously it was not a joke.
"Zhu Deyuan, what should I do next?"
Zhao Weijun didn't see the social gangsters, he naturally understood that if this matter is true, Song Yun's favor is bigger than the sky.
"When do you need that antique, I'll give it to you. For other things, I will talk about it later. They will roll around in this circle. The mountains and rivers will not turn. One day they will meet them. We will talk about it then."
Zhu Deyuan grabbed his own hair, and Zhu Deyuan asked like this. In fact, he wanted to know how he could pay off his affection. The problem is that this crowd is too big to pay off easily.
"Is this bad?"
"I think should I give some money or something?"
Zhao Weijun shook his head. In his opinion, Zhu Deyuan's proposal was of no use at all, and it was not suitable at all. Such a big favor would not be expressed at all. This is absolutely impossible.
"Humph!"
"Do you want to pay this favor now?"
"Can you do it?"
"You don't know how much that antique is worth. If you return it to you, in fact, it is equivalent to selling you this antique. The question is, can you get so much money?"
Zhu Deyuan sneered again and again.
