Chapter 33

Song Yun couldn't bear it any longer. After throwing away Han Xue, he returned to the antique market. Instead of going to Tang Miaomiao's store, he went to the antique market. One stall after another began to wander, picking up an item from time to time, asking the price, and The stall owner chatted for a while, pulled skin or fought a saliva fight, and then went to the next stall.

Song Yun's purpose was not to pick up leaks, but to understand the market. He decided to go into the collection business. The basic market must be clarified. Although the antique market is a small stall, it can definitely reflect the antique industry. The market, especially here, is mixed, and it is more able to exercise people.

Song Yun is very clear that he is a new rookie who can't be new again, and there are too many things to learn.

"Have you heard of it? Someone missed it!"

"Someone picked it up? What's so strange about this? In our industry, people pick it up all day long, and the news is flying all over the sky. Who knows if it's true or false?!"

"This time it's absolutely true! This person took an item from the auction house and picked up a big leak!"

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"Someone picked up a big leak from the auction house yesterday!"

"No way! Is there really such a thing? Fake it!"

"How can this kind of thing be fake? Just check it out!"

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"This thing is true!"

"The thing I photographed is said to be a red square box from the Yuan Dynasty."

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"How much did it cost?"

"More than 40,000 yuan. Do you know how much it sold for?"

"Don't give a shit, tell me now!"

"Fifteen million!"

"God! No way?!"

"This is simply a shocking leak!"

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"The auction house has to cry this time?"

"Who said it wasn't? The commission is nothing, it's not bad anyway, the most important thing is that the reputation has suffered a great blow!"

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"Come, come!"

"There are pictures and the truth. Early this morning, countless people rushed to the auction house, and my friend also went, and sent the live pictures!"

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Song Yun walked slowly and strolled slowly. From time to time, he heard people talking about leaks and auctions. At first, he didn't pay attention. Later, he suddenly realized that these people seemed to be talking about himself.

When Song Yun was looking at something at a stall, the stall owner and the other person next door were discussing with enthusiasm. After standing and listening for a while, he was 100% sure that he was talking about him.

"Tang Miaomiao is right, the news has spread."

Song Yun put down the things in his hand, turned around and left. Fortunately, these people did not have their own photos. Otherwise, it might be difficult to move in this place, and there would definitely be a large group of people surrounding him to ask for advice.

Song Yun strolled slowly, strolling down one stall after another. After a few hours, although he didn't see any shiny antiques, the knowledge of antique collection that he had gnawed on a few days ago was combined with the strange and strange things on the stalls. All kinds of fake antiques corroborate each other and benefit a lot.

Song Yun looked at the time and found that it was getting late. He decided to find a place to have dinner. He turned around and was about to leave when a white light suddenly flashed from the corner of his eyes.

Song Yun's heart was beating wildly, and he turned his head to look in the direction of the white light. He was sure that it was a stall that was twenty meters away from him, and walked over quickly.

Song Yun walked to the stall and looked down. The entire stall was filled with all kinds of china, big and small, all in a mess. He glanced at it several times, and even turned it over, but he couldn't find the glow he saw in the distance. s things.

"This is how the same thing?"

"Why are you missing?"

Song Yun was very depressed, wondering if he was dazzled?

After Song Yun searched for a long time, the entire stall was almost turned upside down, but there was still no gain. He had no choice but to leave unhappy under the hostile gaze of the stall owner.

Song Yun took a few steps and stopped abruptly with a smile on his face. A tea set was placed on a shelf not far away, exuding a seductive white light.

"It turns out that I misread the stall, no wonder I couldn't find it at all!"

Song Yun walked over quickly.

Song Yun looked at the stall and found that it was not an antique stall at all, but only some handicrafts, of good quality and very exquisite.

"Can this tea set be cheaper!?"

Song Yun tried his best to control the excitement in his heart, got straight to the point, and pointed to a set of tea sets emitting white light on the shelf.

"Clear price!"

"This set of things is not common. The legendary pastel flower does not fall to the ground. I have been in this industry for more than 20 years, and this is the first time I have encountered such a thing."

The stall owner stood up and shouted enthusiastically.

Song Yun didn't answer right away. He picked up a cup and rubbed it lightly. There was no accident at all. The cup exuded a white light, which was more than twice as strong as the leaflet red sandalwood bracelet he had picked up.

"Don't make legends, don't make legends, it's useless at all!"

"Five thousand?"

"Boss, your price is not realistic at all!"

Song Yun shook his head and began to bargain.

"Your stall sells handicrafts, not antiques. This price is too exorbitant!"

"To be honest, most people don't buy this kind of thing that doesn't last long. If I didn't buy it for my girlfriend, do you think I would like this kind of thing?"

Song Yun was not polite at all, and he directly attacked. When you buy something in a place like the antique market, you must bargain. If you don't do this, let the stall owner see that you really want it, and nine out of ten will immediately turn around. Acknowledging the price that he just opened, this is an important thing that Tang Miaomiao specially reminded before. Although the stall in front of me sells handicrafts, mainly for the business of tourists and tourists, it is surrounded by antique stalls, so you must also be careful. for the better.

The stall owner blushed.

Song Yun was right, this set of tea sets had been on his stall for more than a year, and no one cared about it.

The reason is very simple. Most of the people who come to buy tea sets are men, and they are all kinds of flowers. No one likes it. The big men make a set of things like this to make others laugh, even if there are occasional ones. A woman came to pick a tea set, I thought it was pretty good-looking, but I gave up after watching it a few more times. If I bought it back, I would definitely be madly complained by the men at home.

The stall owner regretted countless times why his mind suddenly flooded when he bought the goods. He wanted to stuff it into the corner with such a set of things, but when he bought the goods, the price was really not low, more than 2,000 yuan, and he had to get it. Find a way to sell, otherwise the loss will be a bit big.