Chapter 940: Don't sell for less than 400,000

"Do you still have the same bowl here?"
Song Yun looked around as he asked, and soon found a tall and neat bowl on a table, a little disappointed, like there was only one bowl in front of him.
"No more!"
"There is only one!"
"This bowl was handed down when my father opened a noodle shop. I bought the rest of the bowls later!"
The old man shook his head.
"Your bowl is not bad, it's very beautiful, I think you can store it, and you must not use it to sell noodles to others!"
Song Yun reminded the old man.
"what?!"
"What do you mean, the boss? Why don't I understand? This is just an ordinary bowl to sell noodles to others. What's the problem?"
The old man looked confused and did not understand what Song Yun meant. This bowl has been used in his hands for more than 20 years. If he counts his father's generation, it will take at least 50 years. Understand why suddenly someone said that they could no longer use this bowl to serve noodles to others.
Song Yun was happy.
The old man in front of him is really honest and kind of cute.
"It seems that you still don't understand what I mean. This bowl is an antique. Although it is not a particularly expensive thing, it can still be sold for some money."
"If you want to collect it by yourself, then keep it in your own hands. If you don't want to, then just sell it."
"I think the business of your noodle shop is not very good. The pressure of life should be relatively high. After this bowl is sold, it should be able to solve your financial problems."
Song Yun said as he glanced at the big bowl of noodles in front of him, the old man didn't even know how much this bowl was worth, and there were opportunities to buy it, but now there are too few honest people. It is absolutely impossible for such a person to suffer. The bowl in front of him is nothing but an antique to him, but for the old man, it is likely to be the key to changing the fate of the family.
Song Yun likes to pick up leaks, but he will never pick up the leaks in front of him. He can't bully honest people. He must have a bottom line.
"what?!"
"This bowl is antique?!"
"How is this possible?!"
The old man's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe what he heard. He felt that this was just an ordinary, no ordinary bowl. At best, it was only used for a longer period of time. How could it suddenly become Antiques.
"You take this bowl to the antique shop to appraise it and you will know what is going on."
Song Ding knew very well that the old man in front of him had no such knowledge at all.
"Is this really an antique?!"
"I don't know how much this antique is worth?!"
The old man was dubious and still didn't believe what Song Ding said. To him, things were like pie in the sky. He never thought that something like this would happen in his life. The pressure of life has made him numb. Unbearable.
"This is really an antique, as I said just now, you can take it to the antique shop for identification, and you can tell them that you plan to sell this bowl."
Song Yun was very patient. Just because the old man gave him such a solid bowl of noodles, he had to help.
"But I remind you, never sell such a bowl for less than 400,000 yuan!"
Song Yun brought another bowl over as he talked, poured the noodles over by himself, and began to eat it sloppyly. After eating, he paid and left. The old man was in a daze and couldn't react.
"400000?!"
"How can a bowl like this be sold for 400,000?"
"impossible!"
"Absolutely impossible!"
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"If it can sell for 400,000 yuan, all the problems can be solved, and the money that the old lady will spend in hospital will be settled!"
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The old man murmured to himself, looking at the bowl in front of him, his eyes were suddenly filled with muddy tears for unknown reasons.