Chapter 107： Ash is one inch thick (the minimum guarantee day is 10,000, please collect!)

"This gentleman, please stay. The antiques here are all good things. You can take a good look."

Zhong Fu was dozing off in a cubicle at the back of the store. He heard footsteps outside and yawned several times before he bit his head and came out, watching someone walking out, and he hurriedly said hello.

"The antiques here are good things?"

"The gray is as thick as an inch!"

Song Yun stopped. The shopkeeper had already come out and spoke actively. Based on his politeness, he had to deal with anything, especially now that he had decided to go into the antiques collection business, and no matter what, he was walking with the owner of the shopkeeper.

Zhong Fu was secretly happy in his heart. When the Treasure Pavilion opened, there was a huge disturbance. He went to see the bustle and naturally knew Song Yun.

"Introduce yourself, Zhong Fu, the owner of this shop, Song Yun, you are now a celebrity."

Zhong Fu said while looking at Song Yun, an idea immediately popped up in his mind.

"Hello Boss Zhong, I don't know what to teach you."

Song Yun, when you see Zhong Fu talking, your eyes are rolling around, and you know what a horrible idea you must be making. As a person who used to set up a stall in the market, he has rich experience in struggle and there is no need to worry , Binglai will block the water and cover the soil, now there is nothing to do, just see what moth the opponent can toss out.

"I am going to develop in other places. The store has been sold out. All these antiques will be sold. I wonder if you are interested?"

Song Yun was angry and funny when he heard that, Zhong Fu really came up with this idea.

Are you interested?

How could there be interest?

The antiques here are all tattered, not even a shiny one, so fools would be interested in such antiques!

"Yo!"

"Boss Zhong, are you really planning to sell me the antiques in the store?"

Song Yun said half-jokingly and half-seriously.

Zhong Fu blushed. Of course, he immediately understood what the true meaning of the words was, but after decades of business, his face was as thick as a city wall.

"Song Yun, if you are interested, how about I give you a 20% discount?"

Zhong Fu directly regarded Song Yun's words as air.

Song Yun couldn't help laughing. Such a face is really not something ordinary people can have.

"Oh?"

"It turns out that there really is such a plan!"

"I don't know how you sell it?"

Song Yun was angry and funny.

You can say this!

It looks like he has taken advantage of the big deal!

20% off?

Don’t say it’s only a 20% discount, even if it’s broken, it’s impossible to buy antiques here.

"One shot!"

"1000000!"

"what do you think?"

Zhong Fu spoke directly.

One shot is an antique jargon, and it means very simple, that is, all antiques are sold out, in the current language, it is packaging.

What Zhong Fu said was that all the antiques in the shop were sold, no matter good or bad, asking for 1 million.

Song Yun shook his head straight, Zhong Fu was really too dare to say, he was thinking of pitting himself. If you are a layman, it makes sense to be so foolish. You are a member of the circle. What happened when Jumbo Pavilion was opened is still vivid. I really don’t know where the confidence or pride comes from?

"Boss Zhong, it's not that I'm not polite. Which one of the antiques you have in the store is real? Show me you show it!?"

Song Yun was not polite at all. Since Zhong Fu wants to cheat himself, don't blame himself for not giving face.

"If you can get one that is true, no matter how much it is worth, I will pay 1 million and buy all the antiques in your shop!"

Song Yun made a 360-degree turn while talking, turning around and lighting the antiques in the store.

Zhong Fu's face flushed, and he really couldn't bring out a real antique.

"Song Yun, what you said is wrong!"

"How come there are no real antiques in my shop?!"

"This is impossible!"

"My shop has been open here for more than ten years. It has a good reputation. The antiques in the shop are all accumulated over the years. There are definitely good things!"

Zhong Fu has a dead duck mouth, how could he admit that there is no real antique in his shop?

Song Yun didn't bother to grind his teeth with Zhong Fu, turned around and walked outside. After just two steps, he swept across the corner of the wall unintentionally and suddenly saw a dazzling white light.

what?

No way?

How is this possible?

Song Yun knew exactly what this white light meant!

"Hey!"

"Song Yun, don't leave!"

"Come, come, come!"

"Sit down and have a good chat!"

As soon as Zhong Fu saw Song Yun was about to leave, he quickly grabbed it and pulled it to the cafe.

If Song Yun really wanted to leave, Zhong Fu couldn't stop him, but now that he found something good, he couldn't find it, so he went down the donkey and sat down on the sofa.

Zhong Fu hurriedly boiled water to make tea, busying himself.

"Song Yun, I know you are great. To tell you the truth, the antiques in my shop are really nothing good, but they are not as bad as you said."

Zhong Fu looked at Song Yun as he talked. He was envious in his heart. On the day Treasure Pavilion opened, he went to the scene. Song Yun picked up the leaks in front of everyone and made a fortune, absolutely ten million or even several thousand. A millionaire, he has been in the antique business for more than ten years. He has been deceived and deceived, and he has done all the things he has done. I don’t know how much he has done. The money in his hands is only more than 2 million. There is no way to compare.