Chapter 7： It takes no effort

After Song Yun and Tang Miaomiao finished their breakfast, they went straight to the library and began to study the materials of various antique collections. I don’t know if it was because of their supernatural powers. They had a very good memory. Let’s just read it three or five times to remember. I gnawed down a lot of materials abruptly, and finally contained some knowledge related to collection in my stomach.

As night falls, the big city is full of brilliant lights, and the traffic on the road is very lively.

Song Yun walked out of the library, randomly found a small restaurant to fill his stomach, strolled around for a while, and unknowingly turned into a small street that was inconspicuous from outside.

"Ninghua City Second-hand Goods Market?"

"Is it a place to sell old things?"

Song Yun looked at the huge sign hanging on the side of the small street, and suddenly remembered a foreign variety show that he had seen before. It was about a group of people shopping for treasure in the flea market.

"I wonder if there are any antiques in this place?"

Song Yun originally wanted to go back to the library to read a book, but as soon as the thought appeared at this moment, he couldn't hold back at all, so he lifted his foot and walked inside.

Big!

Very big!

Song Yun walked in and saw that they were all huge steel-structured greenhouses, piled up with messy things everywhere, all kinds of old furniture and old appliances, messy porcelain and iron products, piled like a hill.

"Unexpectedly, there is a place like this!"

Song Yun rubbed his nose vigorously, a little dumbfounded, and walked forward while watching.

"Boss, how do you sell these bowls here?"

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"Boss, this old table is good, how much is it?"

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Song Yun went around a few stalls, and quickly figured out how the things are sold here. I won’t talk about old tables and old chairs. Almost all have a price on them. If there is no price, just ask. The things on the shelves are a little more expensive, and the ones on the floor are very cheap. For example, those old dishes, several pieces for ten dollars and even sold by the catty. If you haven’t visited before, I don’t know if there are such things in the world. There are many things in this place. It seems that most of them are things from 30 to 40 years ago, and a small part may be 50 to 60 years old. In many stalls, you can see the things I played when I was young.

"Could it be that the things in this place are all about feelings?"

Song Yun remembered a popular word on the Internet, and shook his head. Suddenly he saw a pile of things on the ground over ten meters gleaming with a few white lights. He immediately walked over. It was piles of porcelain on the ground. There were bowls and bowls. The saucer has a cup and several large plates.

Song Yun squatted and pulled inside for a while before grabbing three cups.

"Great!"

"Unexpectedly, there would be such a gain!"

Song Yun was overjoyed. These cups were all exuding white light, and they rubbed them one by one. The light was more radiant. The sheep-faced human monster swallowed the white light. Now I know that it is correct. These cups are definitely good things.

Song Yun looked at a sign standing next to it, which said three pieces of ten dollars.

"Boss, do you still have this kind of thing here, I want more!"

Song Yun said as he paid.

"No more!"

"Just these few!"

Song Yun didn't say more, and paid to leave.

Song Yun walked quickly out of the junk market, carrying a bag in his hand, his heart bounced.

"Sent!"

"This is another one!"

Song Yun took a few deep breaths, trying to suppress his excitement, he couldn't do it at all, and he just left it alone.

Song Yun found a place where there was no one, took out a cup, rubbed it a few times, the white light was dazzling, and he couldn't look directly at all. His heart beats harder. Judging from the intensity of the white light emitted from the cup, the price far exceeded That bunch of small leaf rosewood bracelets.

Song Yun didn't hesitate, took out his mobile phone, and immediately sent a message to Tang Miaomiao, saying that he had some antiques in his hand, and asked her if she would accept it, and took a few photos and sent it over.

"See you in the shop now!"

Tang Miaomiao returned in seconds.

Song Yun beckoned and stopped a taxi and rushed to the treasure pavilion in the antique market.

When Song Yun arrived at the treasure pavilion, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening. What he didn't expect was that most of the shops in the antique boutique were still lit, and many people came in and out. It's when business is booming.

There was Tang Miaomiao's Ferrari parked in front of the Treasure Pavilion. Besides that, there was another car that could not recognize what brand it was.

"The rich are different."

"High-profile everywhere!"

Song Yun shook his head. Tang Miaomiao’s Ferrari exceeded 10 million, and the one next to him seemed to be no different. No matter where they were parked, these two cars would definitely attract attention, and it was like a dark night. The firefly is impossible to see.

"Song Yun, come in!"

Tang Miaomiao was in the store and saw Song Yun beckoning her hand immediately. Treasure Pavilion was about to open. She was sorting things in the store. Unexpectedly, an elder brought a person over. Although she didn't say anything clearly, she was clear. It was a blind date in disguise, very embarrassing, Song Yun's arrival made her feel that she had escaped from the sky.

Song Yun went in and saw that the treasure pavilion was very neatly cleaned. There were a lot of antiques on the shelf. It seemed that it was almost ready to open. Not only Tang Miaomiao was the only one in the shop. There were also two at the tea table. One was An old man who is nearly 70 years old, with white beard and hair, and a very good head. He has a childlike appearance. The other is a man in his 30s with a Chinese character face. Sitting there with a straight body, he knows that he has a well-educated future. The bright kind.

"What bureau is this?"

Song Yun glanced, and muttered a little in his heart, feeling that the atmosphere was a little embarrassing, but he didn't think much about it. He was here to sell things to Tang Miaomiao, and nothing else had anything to do with him.

"Song Yun, where is the thing you sent my photo to, show it to me." Tang Miaomiao said and glanced at the bag Song Yun was carrying, and his eyes widened, "You would not tell Am I right here?"

Song Yun nodded.

"Isn't it?"

"You are amazing!!"

"If something is real, one will cost one hundred and several hundred thousand. You even took a plastic bag to pack it?!"

Tang Miaomiao was a bit speechless.

"Can't find anything else, only this, no way."

Song Yun's old face was a little red, but he couldn't be blamed. The things bought at the flea market could only be packed in plastic bags.

"Forget it!"

"Don't talk about it!"

"Take it out quickly, let me see if it's real!"

Tang Miaomiao didn't bother to say anything, and simply reached out for something.

Song Yun took out, lined up the three cups and placed them on the table.

Tang Miaomiao couldn't wait to pick up one of them and look carefully.

Song Yun looked left and right, looking at the young and old sitting at the tea table from time to time, very curious.

"Who are these two?"

"It's definitely not the customer who came to the store to buy antiques, otherwise, Tang Miaomiao must greet him."

"I must have known each other."

"The atmosphere is really embarrassing. Why does this happen to people you know?"

"What are they doing here?"

A series of thoughts appeared in Song Yun's mind, and he kept thinking about it. Suddenly, there was a flash of inspiration, thinking of a possibility, and couldn't help but laugh.