Chapter 33： Open directly

Song Yun couldn't bear it. After throwing away Han Xue, he returned to the antique market. Instead of going to the Tang Miao Miao shop, he went to the antique market. He started to wander around one stall after another. He picked up one item from time to time and asked about the price. The stall owner chatted a few words, wrangled or had a fight, and then went to the next stall.

Song Yun's purpose is not to pick up the leaks, but to understand the market, and decide to go into the collection business. The basic market must definitely be clarified. Although places like antique markets are small stalls, they can definitely reflect the antique industry. The market, especially here is a mixture of fish and dragons, which is more able to exercise people.

Song Yun knew very well that he was a new rookie who couldn't be new again. There were too many things to learn.

"Have you heard? Someone missed it!"

"Someone missed it? What's weird about it, our industry has people picking it up all day, and the news is flying all over the sky. Who knows if it's true or false?!"

"This time it is absolutely true! This person took a picture of something from the auction house's hand 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 such a thing? Fake it!"

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

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"This thing is true!"

"The thing 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 you sold?"

"Stop selling it, just say it!"

"Fifteen million!"

"Gosh! No way?!"

"This is simply a shocking leak!"

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"The auction house has to cry this time, right?"

"Who said no? The commission is fine. Anyway, the money is not bad. The most important thing is that the reputation has been greatly affected!"

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"Come, come!"

"There are pictures and the truth. Early this morning, countless people rushed to the auction house, and my friends also went. The pictures of the scene sent me!"

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Song Yun walked slowly and walked slowly. He heard people discussing leaks and auctions from time to time. At first, he didn't pay attention. Then he suddenly discovered 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 next door were talking enthusiastically. He stood and listened for a while, and 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 didn't have photos of themselves. Otherwise, it might be difficult to walk in this place. There is definitely a large group of people around him asking for advice and tips.

Song Yun strolled slowly, strolling down the stalls one by one. After a few hours, although he did not see any shiny antiques, the knowledge of antique collections that he had gnawed down a few days ago combined with all the strange things on the stalls. All kinds of fake antiques confirm each other and benefit a lot.

Song Yun looked at the time and found that it was not early. He decided to find a place to have dinner. He turned around and just wanted to leave. Suddenly, white lights flashed through the corner of his eyes.

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

Song Yun walked to the stall and looked down. The stall was full of all kinds of porcelain, large and small, in a disorderly manner. After scanning it a few times, he even turned it over, but he didn't find the light he saw in the distance. s things.

"This is how the same thing?"

"Why is it missing?"

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

Song Yun searched for a long time, and the whole stall was almost put upside down, but there was still no gain. He had no choice but to leave unhappily under the hatred of the stall owner.

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

"I saw the wrong 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. It sold some handicrafts. The quality was good and exquisite.

"Can this tea set be cheaper!?"

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

"Clear price!"

"This set of things is not common. The legendary famille rose tea set does not fall to the ground. I have been in this business for more than 20 years and I have encountered something like this for the first time."

The stall owner stood up, blowing enthusiastically.

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

"Don't tell it, don't tell it, it's not useful at all!"

"Five thousand yuan?"

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

Song Yun shook his head and began to bargain.

"Your stall sells handicrafts, not antiques. The price is too high!"

"Honestly speaking, most people don't buy this kind of flowers that don't fall into the autumn. If they weren't bought for a girlfriend, do you think I would appreciate this kind of thing?"

Song Yun is not at all polite. He just opened the door. When buying things in a place like the antique market, you have to bargain. If you don’t do this, let the stallholders see that you want it. Ten nines will immediately turn your face. Recognizing the price you just opened is an important thing that Tang Miaomiao reminded me. Although the stall in front of you sells handicrafts, it is mainly for tourists, but it is surrounded by antique stalls. You must also be careful. Better.

The stall owner blushed.

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

The reason is very simple. Most of the people who buy tea sets are men. They are all kinds of flowers. No one is interested. The big masters make a set of such things to make others laugh, even if there are occasional ones. When a woman picks a tea set, I think it’s good to give it up without taking a second look. If you buy it back, you will definitely be frantically complained by the man in the family.

The stall owner regretted many times that his mind suddenly got into the water when he bought the goods. The whole set of things like this, I want to put it in the corner, but when I buy the goods, the price is really not low. It is more than two thousand yuan. You must find a way to sell, otherwise you will lose a lot.