Chapter 1715 The Visitor Is Not Kind

"I'm really sorry, the Treasure Pavilion has not officially opened, and we don't welcome outsiders."

Tang Miaomiao stood up and stopped Zhang Ping. The people who came to kick the hall were not very polite, and they came directly to reject people thousands of miles away.

Zhang Ping didn't expect that they didn't directly stop him. After being stunned for a while, he forced a smile on his face.

"Hehehe!"

"Miss Tang, hello!"

"My name is Zhang Ping, and my grandfather's name is Zhang Wenhua. I got an antique some time ago. After looking at it for a long time, my grandfather was a little unsure. Zhenbao Pavilion is going to open an antique shop here in the antique market. Mr. Song Yunsong is very good at appraising antiques. After Grandpa found out about this, he simply asked me to bring this antique over, hoping that Mr. Song could give it a hand, so that we can communicate with each other."

Although Zhang Ping didn't expect Tang Miaomiao to stop him, he reacted very quickly and immediately found an excuse, and directly reported Zhang Wenhua's name. It's impossible to evade, and you can't just drive yourself out of the antique shop.

Tang Miaomiao took a deep look at Zhang Ping, and seeing that something was wrong, she immediately carried Zhang Wenhua out. Zhang Ping was not well-known in the antique market or in the circle of antique collectors, so he pretended not to know him and directly bombarded him. You can just go out, but now let Zhang Wenhua's name be brought out, no matter what, Zhang Wenhua is an old-timer in the circle of antique collectors, and this must be given some face.

Zhu Deyuan and Xu Desheng did not speak, but their eyes were narrowed, and Zhang Ping's words were so eloquent that Tang Miaomiao or Song Yun had to take a look at what he brought today. Needless to say, that antique must have made a huge hole.

"Mr. Zhang!"

"You are too polite!"

"He who comes is a guest!"

"They are all people in the circle of antique collection. Everyone earns food in this bowl. Mr. Zhang Wenhua Zhang is an old man in our circle of antique collection. I am really curious. Even he can't make up his mind about the antique. What's going on."

"Come!"

"sit down!"

"Drink a few cups of tea, chat, and take a good look at this antique you brought later."

Song Yun pointed to the sofa opposite him with a smile, the smile on his face was as bright as the sun on a sunny day, as if he didn't realize that there was something wrong at all.

Tang Miaomiao, Zhu Deyuan, Xu Desheng, and Shen Xuexin, who was sitting next to him, laughed so hard that they almost burst into laughter. The expressions on their faces were very strange. Song Yun's words sounded very polite on the surface, but they were It is an out-and-out soft nail, emphasizing that Zhang Wenhua can't understand the antique brought by Zhang Ping today. In other words, it is the antique brought by Zhang Ping today. True or false, to put it bluntly, it is actually denying the vision of a master like Zhang Wenhua, or Zhang Wenhua's ability to identify antiques, which is not as powerful as the legends say, just slap Zhang Wenhua and Zhang Ping hard on the face.

Zhang Ping heard the meaning of Song Yun's words, the smile on his face could no longer be maintained, and disappeared without a trace. A burst of anger burst out in his heart. He wanted to get angry at first, but he thought of the purpose of coming here today , pressed down abruptly, walked to the sofa opposite Song Yun and sat down, and gently placed the box in his hand at his feet.

Song Yun picked up the teapot and poured tea for Zhang Ping.

"Come!"

"Try the tea in our Treasure Pavilion. Although it's not particularly good, it's not far from anywhere."

"Running here early in the morning, and seeing beads of sweat on your forehead, I guess you should be in a hurry. No matter what it is, you can't be in a hurry, especially for antique collectors like us. In this way, it is easy to lose sight of the impetuous mind, let's talk about other things later, let's drink tea and drink tea first."

While talking, Song Yun picked up the teacup in front of him, took a sip, then put it down slowly, the cloud was extremely calm.

Zhu Deyuan, Xu Desheng, Tang Miaomiao, and Shen Xue's faces were tense, and they didn't dare to relax at all. They were worried that once they relaxed, they would immediately burst out laughing. If the words just now hit Zhang Wenhua hard On the surface, these few words now sound like a well-meaning way of persuading Zhang Ping to be calm no matter what he does, but the reality is far from that. Said that Zhang Ping was frizzy when he ran in just now, this is the tone that the elders only have for the younger generation.

Zhang Ping's face turned red all of a sudden, as if he had been punched hard by someone, he turned blue in an instant, his body began to tremble slightly, his hands were tightly clenched into fists, his veins burst out, Of course he could hear what Song Yun meant when he said this, but he couldn't refute it. In the circle of antique collectors, Song Yun was about the same age as himself, but he made his debut earlier and was more famous. From this point of view, it is true. Let me teach myself a lesson. According to traditional ethics, there is nothing wrong with it.

"Mr. Song, what you said is not wrong at all. Those of us who collect antiques must always keep calm, so that we will not make mistakes when appraising antiques."

Zhang Ping gritted his teeth, suffering from a dumb loss, he had no choice but to swallow it abruptly.

The atmosphere in the Zhenbao Pavilion Antique Shop became very dignified, and at the same time very weird, no one spoke for several minutes.

"Teacher Song!"

"I've had three cups of tea. When will you be free to look at this antique I brought?"

Zhang Ping put down the teacup in his hand. He had already drank three cups just now, but he couldn't taste the taste at all. He was always thinking about the antiques he brought and the purpose of coming here today. I don't have any other thoughts.

"no problem!"

"Now there is plenty of time!"

"It's better to hit the sun than to choose a day. Just take a look at this antique you brought. To be honest, I'm really a little curious. What kind of antique is it? Can't make up my mind."

Song Yun nodded.

The corner of Zhang Ping's mouth couldn't help twitching. I said this once just now, and now I said it again. It was clearly that I slapped my grandfather Zhang Wenhua in the face once. He suppressed it hard, pretending that he didn't hear it at all, or even if he heard it, he didn't understand what Song Yun meant. The only good thing was that he thought Song Yun would find an excuse to shirk it, but he didn't expect that he agreed directly. .

"Teacher Song!"

"In that case, I'll take out the antique for you to see now."

As Zhang Ping spoke, he couldn't wait to pick up the box at his feet.

"oh?"

"Wait a moment!"

"Don't worry!"

Song Yun waved his hand while talking, stopped Zhang Ping, and stood up at the same time.

"ah?"

"Mr. Song, I don't know what else you want to do? You don't want to say that you have something to deal with temporarily?"

Zhang Ping was a little anxious, he had promised well just now, and suddenly stood up, if he found an excuse to run away, then his purpose of coming here today would be defeated.