Qiu Ming thought about it and didn't know why Yamaguchi Yuki suddenly accepted this condition, but it has nothing to do with him. Since Yamaguchi Yuki has accepted it, he called Luo Guo and told it.
Luo Guo was in the villa, sitting on the sofa and drinking tea. When he received a call from Qiu Ming, he was stunned and offered such conditions. One of the main reasons was that things were very difficult to handle. It's not that easy. Even if you want to do this in your own position, it is not easy. In his opinion, Yamaguchi Yuki should not agree. Anyway, he has already received 10 million. This matter is over. There is no problem. , I just went out for a circle, but what I didn't expect was that Yamaguchi Yuki finally agreed.
"This thing is interesting!"
Luo Guo thought for a while and felt that this matter could still work. Since Yamaguchi Yuki is willing to pay a huge price, there is no reason to extrapolate the money, but this matter must be carefully considered to see how it can be done. Force Song Yun and the Yuan Qinghua from Tang Miaomiao's hand.
Luo Guo pondered for a while and figured out a way. He took out his cell phone and made a few calls. After the arrangements were made, he knocked his foot on the tea table. Next, let's see how it works.
Song Yun and Tang Miaomiao didn't know that Luo Guo couldn't make a living and make a living. They were now in a small remote county, squatting on a street stall, eating noodles.
"Sister Tang, I have to say that although the stall is not very good, it is really authentic!"
Song Yun threw a head of garlic into his mouth and chewed hard. Another bite filled the ground and brought a big mouthful of soup. A layer of fine and dense beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. The whole body was transparent and comfortable. It's so cool.
"It's not wrong. The taste of the small noodle stalls in this small place is really incredible. Compared with the so-called star hotels in our big cities, it is even better."
Tang Miaomiao nodded heavily. The noodle stalls in the small place have been open for decades. The food must be authentic, the taste must be good, the price must be low, and they must not be ignorant. Conscience sells things, after all, you still have to live here. With these few conditions, it is hard to think that it is not good, at least it must be real.
"Where shall we look next?!"
Tang Miaomiao ate up all the noodles in the bowl, and drank a drop of the soup without leaving a drop of it. He touched his stomach, and could only give up.
"Where to look?!"
"In this place, my eyes are blackened like you, and I don't know where to go. We drove around at will, and stopped to take a look when we thought the place was right.
Song Yun was not familiar with this place at all. He didn't know where there were antiques at all. The only way was to walk and watch.
Tang Miaomiao nodded. Song Yun’s approach is okay. It’s the only way to be unfamiliar with a place. Anyway, the main purpose of two people coming out this time is not to find antiques. To put it bluntly, it is to hide. Look at it while walking, and buy it when you see the price is right. It’s not a problem if you don’t have one, just as a relaxing trip.
After Song Yun and Tang Miaomiao finished eating the noodles, they drove the car and walked through the streets. Before they knew it, they arrived at a small street with only two floors. It can be seen that it is an old building decades ago with tall glass. The window, the strong western flavor, the tall trees on both sides, are all ginkgo, in the late autumn season, the yellow is messy, very beautiful.
"what?!"
"I didn't expect such a beautiful place in such a small county!"
Tang Miaomiao was stunned and couldn't help taking out his mobile phone to take pictures.
Song Yun nodded and said yes, both eyes kept looking at the two sides of the small street, which were shops one after another. For some reason, he instinctively felt that antiques should be found in such a place.
