"Have you heard of it? The ghost market will be an hour ahead of schedule tomorrow."
"An hour in advance, what's weird about this? The news has already been announced! This is the case during the Carnival."
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"The ghost market from tomorrow is a bit different than usual, with more new things."
"Not the same? Why is it different? What's new?"
"You don't know, do you? The news has already been announced."
"Don't sell it off! I don't have the habit of reading newspapers. Quickly tell me what's going on."
"This time the antique collection carnival was held by relevant departments. In order to attract collectors and collectors from all over the country, we specially applied for a special policy to put some antiques allowed in circulation into the ghost market. In other words, starting from tomorrow in the ghost market, there will definitely be good things on the stalls. It depends on whether everyone has this vision!"
"This kind of thing is impossible, right? Where does the relevant department come from the real antique?"
"What are you talking about? What is the difficulty of this kind of thing? After approval, take out some not too important antiques from the museum, or the relevant departments pay for themselves to buy some real antiques. This matter is not solved. Yet?"
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"How come the antiques are not important at all? The most important thing is that there are good things in the ghost market! I don't know what you think, anyway, early tomorrow morning, I will go to the ghost market and try my luck."
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Song Yun had a frantic round of eating, stopped to drink beer, and when he took a break, there was a wave of talk next to him. Of course, the center of the topic was the antique collection carnival that was about to open. At the beginning, he also had a random chat. Then slowly concentrated on the ghost market.
Song Yun didn't pay too much attention when he first started. He was depressed when he failed to pick up the leak. Suddenly he heard someone say that there are definitely good things in the ghost market, and his spirit was lifted. He turned to look at Tang Miaomiao and Shen Xue and found that they were also watching By yourself.
"Is this kind of thing true?"
"Could it be that the people who organized the antique collection carnival really did something like this?"
Song Yun didn't quite believe it.
"This is nothing strange, and it's really a good way. To put it bluntly, it's almost like a lottery or a treasure hunt."
"The antiques you take out don't need to be too good, ordinary goods, tens of thousands and the like are already terrible. These things are placed in the ghost market, and the effect is absolute. It will definitely attract a lot of people."
Tang Miaomiao pondered for a while and felt that this matter should be true. The key is that the person who came up with this idea is very powerful.
Shen Xue went even more directly, searched the Internet directly, and immediately found the news. This is the official announcement of the Antique Collection Carnival, which is about this.
Shen Xue handed the phone to Song Yun.
"Great!"
"This is really great!"
"I'm going to catch all these things tomorrow!"
Song Yun felt that his chance to save face had arrived.
"Is it unnecessary?"
"Although this kind of antique is real, it's definitely not very good. It doesn't take such an effort?"
Tang Miaomiao shook his head. These antiques must be all-market goods. There is no need to spend too much time.
"Sister Tang, how can you be like this?"
"Do you look down on such a small antique?"
"I can't have such an idea!"
"No matter how small a mosquito is, it is meat!"
"Not to mention, these things might have been taken away by someone, and there are good things in them!"
Song Yun was right and confident.
Tang Miaomiao was speechless. Song Yun occupies the commanding heights of truth in such a thing, and he cannot refute it at all.
Shen Xue shook her head. The ghost market meant getting up early. She didn't want to do this kind of thing. In contrast, she would rather sleep in bed.
Song Yun hated that iron could not make steel, but it was useless. Tang Miaomiao and Shen Xue decided to sleep in tomorrow morning.
After eating supper and returning to the hotel, Song Yun took the time to take a bath and sleep. He had to get up early tomorrow morning.
Tang Miaomiao and Shen Xue are completely different. The two of them bought a large pack of snacks and chatted while watching TV.
"Tomorrow's ghost market, are you really not going to?"
"Don't go! Resolutely don't go!"
"I'm not going either! I have to get up early! Resolutely don't do this kind of thing!"
"Song Yun can go alone!"
"It's not wrong. He can go alone. Anyway, he has to get it back. It's really rewarding. We won't have it if we don't see it again? No need to get up early!"
"In fact, the most important thing is that those antiques are too common, and they are really uninteresting!"
"Hey! This sentence pokes my heart! I can make 30 million people in one and a half months, how can I look at a small antique?"
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Tang Miaomiao and Shen Xue talked to two o'clock in the morning and went to bed when they were too sleepy.