After Song Yun, Tang Miaomiao, and Shen Xue listened to this story, they were full of emotion. This kind of thing is not uncommon in the antique collection circle. For an antique that doesn’t know its true or false, the family was bankrupted, destitute, and their wives were scattered. not too much.
"Boss Li, you find a time for us to check it out. If it is really good, no matter how high the price is, we will definitely buy it as long as it is reasonable."
Song Yuan immediately agreed. Although Li Tian had already said very clearly, many people thought that antique was fake, but this kind of thing has not been seen with his own eyes, and no one knows whether it is true or not. Go and take a look. , Even if it is false, it is just a waste of time, if it is true, maybe you can make a fortune.
Song Yun did not have a lot of love. The experience of Li Tian's friend is worthy of sympathy, but these are all found by himself. If he is not obsessed with antique collection and wants to make a fortune, how could he encounter such a thing?
Song Yun’s idea is simple. If the antique is genuine and reasonably priced, he will buy it. If it is a fake, he will naturally not sell it, and he will not deliberately make false claims because of the experience of Li Tian’s friend. Come true, pay a sum of money to buy it.
"Mr. Song, if you have time now, we can leave immediately."
Li Tian was very happy when he heard Song Yun say that he wanted to see it. The story of his friend had been spread in Tianding City for a long time. No one wanted to see that antique. This was the first time in the past year. .
Song Yun, Tang Miaomiao and Shen Xue naturally had nothing to disagree, and followed Li Tian to his friend's house.
Village in the city.
A very dilapidated five-story small building, a very dark small house on the first floor.
Li Tian knocked on the door and pushed it aside, an indescribable smell came out.
"Miss Tang, Miss Shen Xue, or you don't want to come in."
"My friend doesn't clean very much, the room is messy and the air is not good."
Li Tian was a little bit embarrassed.
Tang Miaomiao and Shen Xue nodded. It was really not good for the two of them to appear, so they simply waited outside.
"Tang Miaomiao, is there really such a person who plays antique collection?"
"For the sake of first-line antiques, my wife and I have broken up and died?"
Shen Xue walked outside, and she had endured this question for a long time since she was eating. At this time, only Tang Miaomiao was there, so she asked where she could control it.
"There are too many such things!"
"Countless!"
"A person who is fascinated by antiques has only antiques in his eyes, only making a fortune, and nothing else."
Tang Miaomiao sighed, and shook his head vigorously. Not everyone is as lucky as Song Yun, picking up one by one, this is not a normal form at all.
Shen Xue wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say, so she opened her mouth and closed her mouth.
Shen Xue turned to look at the house where Li Tian's friend lived. The door was open. Song Yun and Li Tian had already walked in. I wonder what the situation would be like inside?
Will that antique be real?
If it is true, naturally everyone is happy and the whole thing will end in a comedy, but if it is false, it is a total tragedy.
Tang Miaomiao didn't say a word. She was also looking at the house that Li Tian's friend had rented. As a person who runs an antique shop, she is more able to appreciate the sadness of this kind of thing.
"I hope that antique is real!"
Tang Miaomiao muttered to himself.
Song Yun walked into the room and looked at it. The room was very small, one square meter, apart from a single bed, there was only a half-meter wide aisle, and there was no bathroom.
Song Yun had worked and knew that such a house was the worst kind in a big city.
There are a lot of things in the room, all of which are used in daily use, such as clothes, etc., but they are all shabby and old. It can be seen that the economic conditions of people living in such a house are definitely not much better. In a sense, it’s worse than picking up tatters. There is a person lying on the bed, the light is a little dark, and you can’t see what it looks like. You can only see the shaggy beard and the hair is messy like a chicken coop. His clothes and the quilt on the bed were tattered and wrinkled, exuding a bad smell. Needless to say, I don’t know how long it has been without washing.
"Jiangzhong, I will bring a boss to see your antique."
Li Tian greeted him loudly. After several minutes, the person lying on the bed remained motionless, as if he hadn't heard Li Tian's words at all.
Li Tian shouted a few more words, still motionless.
Li Tian looked back and saw Song Yun, a little embarrassed.
"It makes no sense for you to lie down like this."
"Take out the antique and let me have a look. If it is real, I will buy it, if it is fake, you can die, just smash it!"
Song Yun was straightforward, without any twists and turns.
"What is false is false? Do you have this kind of ability?!"
Jiang Zhong suddenly jumped out of the bed like a spring and yelled at Song Yun.
"I really have this kind of ability!"
"True is true and false is false!"
"The reason is very simple, because I have money, I have bought more than 100 million worth of antiques in the antique market these days."
"On this basis, I am really awesome!"
Song Yun looked at Jiang Zhong coldly, and spoke even more rudely.
Jiang Zhong stood blankly, and finally sighed.
"You are right!"
"The rich are awesome!"
"Row!"
"The antique will be shown to you. If it is real, you buy it, if it is fake, I will smash it."
"For so many years, it's time to have an end!"
Jiang Zhong said while dragging a box out of the bed.
