Song Yun did not single out only that one. Such words would definitely arouse suspicion. He singled out more than 20 items in total.
Fan Decai looked at all the antiques picked out by Song Yun, and couldn't help but sighed softly. Although they were all fake antiques, they were all genuine high imitations. Some of them can even be said. Therefore, it can be seen from this that Song Yun's eyesight is definitely not a joke, it is far beyond his age and the level he should have.
"Boss Fan, Boss Ma, I want these things. You can take a look and ask for a price. However, all the money for the shamelessness, when you ask for it, don't sell fake antiques as real ones."
Song Yun clapped his hands and picked out these antiques without any difficulty for him.
Fan Decai and Ma Guowei discussed it and finally asked for a price of 580,000.
Song Yun knew that the price was a bit high, but he was too lazy to bargain, so he simply nodded and agreed.
Song Yun packed all the antiques and moved them to the car, took out a large suitcase with cash from the car, paid the money, got in the car and left without stopping at all.
"Why do I always find this thing a bit strange?"
Fan Decai looked at the car that disappeared into the night and patted his forehead. Tonight, this thing is really a bit weird. At first, I didn’t feel it, but now I think about it carefully. I always feel something is wrong Too right.
"What's so strange about this?"
"They clearly opened an antique shop. Seeing these antiques in our hands, they can be highly copied. They can be bought back and placed on the shelves. Although they may not be able to be deceived, but in case some day a fool is really out Money, this is a great thing!"
Ma Guowei’s fat face is full of smiles. Although the business tonight is not as good as expected, the cost of the antiques sold for 580,000 is only 100,000, which is a solid profit.
Although Fan Decai still felt a little strange in his heart, he didn't think too much. Ma Guowei was right when he said that people who open antique shops buy fake antiques, basically like this. He glanced at the bag in his hand. Bundles of cash smiled openly.
"go!"
"Let's go inside and divide the money!"
With a big wave of his hand, Fan Decai turned around and walked into the antique shop. There was nothing wrong with this business tonight, and it was definitely a big profit.
Ma Guowei followed behind, and the time to divide the spoils had arrived. This was the most delightful thing.
Tang Miaomiao drove the car and Song Yun sat in the passenger.
"There are good things in it?!"
Tang Miaomiao glanced at Song Yun. The smile on his face has not disappeared since he got on the car, and from time to time he hummed a few untuned songs, and his mood was so good that it exploded. If it wasn't for the omission, it might have been done. The immortal is so refreshing.
"of course!"
"Without a good thing, how could I possibly make a move?!"
Song Yun opened his eyes and smiled. After walking out of several small towns this time, he finally started to reap the rewards. No, if this continues, he will even lose his gas money.
"Oh?!"
"How much is it worth?!"
This is what Tang Miaomiao is concerned about now.
"Not much, not much!"
"Thousands of antiques!"
Song Yun shook his head. If he picked up an antique of this level when he first started, he would be very excited. Now he is just happy. There are too many good antiques, and slowly his vision begins to become extremely tricky. The level of antiques is already a little unattractive.
"Yo!"
"Song Yun, you are shaking. It seems that this antique is not dripping!"
Tang Miaomiao knew what Song Yun was thinking.
"People have to make progress!"
"There are a lot of antiques calculated in units of billions, and the other grades are not considered, they are normal!"
Song Yun is not ashamed, but this is the truth. Whether it’s a jar of Yuan’s blue and white character stories, or bloodstones, or the top-level court beads, etc., it’s not tens of millions of levels that can be won, and it will naturally become accustomed The clouds are light and the wind is light.
