Chapter 314 Market Price Closing

Song Yun lowered his head and glanced at it, and found it right away, it was a real antique.

Song Yun looked at the stall owner. It was a middle-aged man in his fifties. His face was wrinkled, his brows were tightened, half of his hair was white, his face was not very good, and he was malnourished. It looks like, the clothes on his body are wrinkled, and his eyes are dull, and at a glance, he knows that life is not going well.

Song Yun shook his head, he was really embarrassed to pick up the antiques in his hands.

Tang Miaomiao sighed softly, and she could also see that the person who set up the stall had a very poor life, and this kind of person really couldn't bear to take it out of his hands.

"I don't know what to call this boss?"

Song Yun squatted down, grabbed the things on the stall, and made sure that there was nothing good except the one he saw.

"Hehehe!"

"My surname is Zhang."

"You two don't know what you're looking at?"

Zhang Peng squeezed a smile on his face. The two people in front of him could be seen from the clothes they were wearing. They were definitely rich people. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel refreshed. If he could sell something , My life is much better. Recently, my wife is sick and needs a lot of money. I am busy taking care of myself. I have not set up a stall for several days. Scalp out.

"Just say whatever you like, the price will definitely give you the best price."

Zhang Peng was a little anxious, and wished to sell everything on his stall for money, even if it was a few hundred yuan, to solve the urgent need.

"did you see that!"

"Song Yun and Tang Miaomiao squatted in front of that stall!"

"Could it be that they found something good?"

"Isn't it really going to be missed?"

"I have set up a stall here for decades, and I have never seen it with my own eyes!"

"Let's go take a look?"

"Okay, go and have a look!"

Song Yun and Tang Miaomiao are really famous people in the antique market now. As soon as they stopped in front of the stall, they immediately attracted attention. At the beginning, they just talked about it. Just walked over, and in the blink of an eye, the stall was densely surrounded by three circles outside the third circle, all of which were people.

Zhang Peng was a little stunned. He didn't know what was going on. Why all of a sudden so many people surrounded him. This is not the first time he has come to the ghost market. He has never encountered such a thing before. There are also people, not as many as they are now, but now he just wants to make a business, and doesn't think about it too much.

"Boss Zhang, to be honest with you, this Miss Tang and I have opened an antique shop in front of us called Zhenbao Pavilion. You can find out if you ask."

"Recently, we are collecting antiques at market prices."

"There's a nice thing in your stall, of course we'd like to buy it if you want."

"It's up to you!"

Song Yun didn't speak directly, since he didn't plan to pick up the leak, he just said it directly.

"I have a good thing in my stall?"

"Really?"

"I do not know how!?"

Zhang Peng was a little dumbfounded. It was not a professional stall. To put it bluntly, he was interested in collecting antiques. , Naturally, the things I received were not good things. Now someone says that there are good things on their stalls, which is really unexpected.

"Two bosses."

"The things on my stall are at least a thousand and a few hundred dollars. You have to be careful, but don't say I fool you."

Zhang Peng hesitated for a moment, shook his head, and spoke directly. He felt that the two young people standing in front of his booth had definitely missed out.

Song Yun and Tang Miaomiao glanced at each other and couldn't help laughing. It's really rare to have such an honest person in this age.

"Boss Zhang, I've said it just now. We open our own antique shop, buy and sell antiques. We naturally know the rules. You don't have to worry about that."

At this time, Song Yun was 100% sure that the person who set up the stall was definitely not a professional. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to have never heard of his name. Now the entire antique market is guarding him like a thief. , I can't wait to throw a photo of myself on the stall directly, so as not to recognize the wrong person, the one in front of me has no idea what happened recently.

"This boss, just say it directly, which thing did you like?"

"You take a serious look first, and if you really want it, let's talk about the price."

Zhang Peng pointed to the things on the stall.

Song Yun directly picked up a bowl with a diameter of no more than 10 cm.

"This is what I want."

"Boss Zhang, how much are you going to sell?"

Song Yun said, and handed Tang Miaomiao the small bowl in his hand.

Tang Miaomiao took it over and looked at it and nodded lightly. Song is amazing and has a very unique vision. What he picked out was good things. The important thing was that he was several meters away from the stall, and he could see it at a glance. Machine, definitely not a joke, the ability is great.

"5,000 yuan!"

"Boss, if you think you can, you can take 5,000 yuan for this small bowl."

Zhang Peng glanced at the small bowl Song Yun picked up and opened the price.

"5,000 yuan?"

"Are you sure this small bowl costs 5,000 yuan?"

Song Yun shook his head. The person who set up the stall was definitely a two-knife. He was probably a hobbyist. He couldn't tell how much the small bowl in front of him was worth.