Song Yun didn't sleep in bed. He just got up, washed his face, brushed his teeth, changed clothes, and went out to eat breakfast. After eating, he drove his car to the antique market. Early birds got worms and had to work hard.
Song Yun arrived at the antique market, it was still early, and went to the ghost market for a few laps, and as expected, he found nothing.
Song Yun shook his head. It's really not easy for ghosts to find good things in this kind of place. Luck is definitely the most important thing. Obviously, he didn't have good luck today.
Song Yun checked the time, it was almost nine o'clock, and he drove to the treasure pavilion.
Tang Miaomiao has already arrived.
Song Yun parked the car at the gate of Treasure Pavilion, took a look at the red Ferrari, shook his head, and sighed. People are more popular than others, and you can shop around. This is really not wrong at all. The Trojans I bought are good and I am very satisfied, but compared with Tang Miaomiao's Ferrari, one is in the sky and the other is underground, not at the same level at all.
Song Yun walked into the Treasure Pavilion and glanced around. There were more antiques on the shelf.
"Not bad!"
"Very good!"
Song Yun nodded while watching. During this time, he visited a lot of antique shops. It was really good to find one or two of the 100 antiques in these shops.
Although the antiques in Tang Miaomiao's shop are fake, most of them are genuine, and the proportion is even more than 50%. They are definitely representatives of conscience in the antique industry.
"Have you bought a car?"
Tan Miaomiao carefully set up an antique, walked over, and looked at the door of the store. A Wrangler parked there.
"I bought it yesterday, thinking that it is convenient to have a car, and I can go anywhere. This car is more suitable for going over mountains and mountains."
Song Yun nodded.
"Not bad!"
"The boy was not dazzled by the money!"
Tang Miaomiao laughed. She knew very well how much money was in Song Yun's pocket. She might buy a more attractive car for another person. Song Yun just bought the Wrangler. Obviously, there is no big deal. Many people who have made a fortune, these people get rich overnight, feel dizzy and don't know who they are. They are lavish, and it won't take long for them to lose their money and end up in a miserable situation. There are not too many examples.
Song Yun has a lot of money now, and it's really good to be so calm.
"Song Yun, after buying a car, did he feel a little proud? I never thought I would have what I am today, right?"
Tang Miaomiao was obviously in a very good mood and joked with Song Yun.
Song Yun blushed. After buying the car yesterday, he drove madly for several hours, and finally went to the top of the mountain to sigh with emotion. This is definitely not a small pride, but a big one.
"It's nothing strange. Everyone is like this. I'm a person here. Who has never been crazy in youth?"
Song Yun was speechless. Tang Miaomiao said this like an old man and an old lady, but in fact he was only four or five years older than himself.
"Song Yun, I have to remind you one thing. If your goal is to pick up more antiques and be able to open your own shop one day, I am talking about opening a good antique shop, not just looking for some tattered things to recharge. The money you have now is far from enough."
"An attractive antique can range from hundreds of thousands to tens of millions. Although you have a lot of money in your pocket, you can't actually do a few things. You have to think clearly and think about it in the future. What to do must have a plan to arrange."
Tang Miaomiao looked at Song Yun seriously. Song Yun could be said to have brought it on her own. She knew that Song Yun was born in grassroots. She didn't understand these things at all. No one with experience had told him about these things.
Song Yun was stunned. He really never thought about whether he would open a store or what he would do next. At least he hadn't considered it in detail. Tang Miaomiao's remarks were like a thunderbolt on a sunny day. .
"Song Yun, you don't have to think too much now, I just remind you that the road ahead is still a long time, and there is still a lot of time. Think slowly and do it after you think clearly."
Tang Miaomiao couldn't help feeling a little funny when he saw Song Yun's stunned look.
Song Yun touched his nose and knew that Tang Miaomiao was doing this for his own good, so he was naturally very grateful.
Song Yun stayed in the treasure pavilion for a while after drinking a few cups of tea and then left. Tang Miaomiao had a lot of things because he was about to open the business, so he didn't need to get in the way in the store.
Song Yun visited several antique shops and found two good things. Although they were not as good as the Yuan Dynasty Tiehong ladies makeup box and Qing Qianlong Baihua tea set that he had missed before, they were not bad. They were worth three to five million. Around, I asked about the price, directly opened up tens of millions, and immediately retreated. I bought antiques for the purpose of selling antiques, not for collecting and playing. There is no need to sell at such a price.
Song Yun went around for a few more times and still had no gain, but he heard a news unexpectedly that there was a private museum on display and there was nothing to do for the time being. He simply drove and left without picking up leaks and making money. The knowledge is also good.
Song Yun followed the navigation for a long time, and finally found a place in an old city, a six or seven-story building, looking for some years, there is a small yard in front of it with flowers, bamboo planted in the corners, and a small pavilion. , Elegant and quiet.
Song Yun walked in. There was a security guard at the door. He signed his name and checked his ID. He went in and looked at it.
Song Yun soon became a little disappointed. He imagined that it was full of various antiques. After all, there were signs of private collection museums hanging in this place. However, after seeing several floors, there were not many things, but most They are all daily necessities. Although they are some years old, they are not very valuable. They are not so much antiques as folk articles.
"This should not be called an antique museum, it should be called a folk museum."
Song Yun shook his head, muttered a word, turned and left, taking advantage of the excitement and returning.
"Find a time to go to a real museum and take a look, then you can find real good things."
Song Yun drove the car and followed the navigation when he came. When he left, he drove at will. After a while, he suddenly found that the surrounding environment was a bit familiar.
"What the is this place?"
"Have I been here before?"
Song Yun just had such a thought in his mind, and suddenly found the answer.
"It turns out to be here, no wonder it feels so familiar."
Song Yun stopped the car and looked at the construction site outside through the car window. It was the place where the bricks were moved not long ago, and it was the power he got here.
Song Yun originally wanted to go in and take a look, but immediately changed his mind. He was just a hurried visitor at this construction site. After moving bricks for a day, he had no friends and there was no need to go in.
Song Yun just wanted to drive away when he suddenly found a tricycle for collecting used goods not far away. The car was full of various things, including old air conditioners, old books and torn paper, and some plastic and metal beverage cans.
