Chapter 624： Song Yun started to float

Song Yun returned to the Treasure Pavilion.

"Why did you come back so soon?!"

Tang Miaomiao was a little strange to see Song Yun coming back, only two hours before and after, the speed was a little too fast.

"Just look at the antiques, and you can know which one is real and which one is fake at a glance. It will not take long."

"Xie Feng probably wanted to cry at this time, so he didn't care about me at all. Why am I staying there?!"

Song Yun sat down on the sofa and stretched out comfortably. After drinking a cup of tea, he took out the check given by Han Xue from his pocket.

"Let me see how much it is!"

Before Song Yun had time to see the above amount clearly, Tang Miaomiao reached out and snatched it away.

"Wow!"

"3000000!"

"Song Yun, you are rich!"

Tang Miaomiao glanced at the number on the check and shouted in a fuss.

"Sister Tang, are you too exaggerated?"

"Your acting skills are absolutely incapable of getting a queen!"

Song Yun was a little helpless. Tang Miaomiao did this on purpose. 3 million is an astronomical figure for many people, but for himself, especially for the current self, it is just a piece of cake. Leakage, tens of millions of jumps, millions of people really don't care about it.

"Song Yun!"

"I think you are starting to float!"

"Now you don't even put 3 million in your eyes?!"

"Do you know that it only took two hours and you made 3 million yuan. You can buy a small house with 3 million yuan here. Many people struggle for a lifetime here, but only make so much money? A more remote place, let alone a lifetime, even ten lifetimes will not make so much money!"

Tang Miaomiao's tone was even more exaggerated, and he danced as he spoke.

"Come on!"

"Sister Tang, what I just said did not say that your acting skills are really bad, and the reason is too far-fetched!"

"Whether 3 million is a big number, it depends on who is relative to me. To me, it is really drizzle, not bragging. How many 3 million was the piece of bloodstone I missed?!"

Song Yun was not ashamed. This was a fact, and Tang Miaomiao didn't need to hide it.

"Go!"

"Ok!"

"Your reason is very good, very powerful, and there is no way to refute it!"

Tang Miaomiao gave Song Yun a thumbs up.

Song Yun smiled, did not speak any more, and drank tea leisurely. There was nothing else for the time being. The previous time was too busy, so I can take the opportunity to take a break. Of course Xie Feng has troubles, but that has nothing to do with him. No, there is no need to get a headache for him.

Ninghua City Airport.

An international flight arrives.

After Yamaguchi Yuki and Kim Sung-soo pushed their suitcases and left the exit, they got into a business car that had been booked a long time ago and went directly to the hotel. After a brief cleaning, the two went to the cafe on the second floor and found a window by the window. Sit down.

"I came to Ninghua City two years ago. I can hardly recognize it now. The development is so fast that it is stunned."

After taking a sip of coffee, Yamaguchi Yuki turned his head and looked out the window. The tall forests, the bustling traffic, and the bustling bustle, now it is already two o'clock in the morning, the lights are bright, and the prosperous world. If you are in the place where you live, it will be early this time. It was already blackened, and there were hardly any cars or people on the road.

"Yes, it’s not wrong. It’s too prosperous. It’s developing at the speed of light. Don’t say two years. If you don’t come in one or two months, you will find that something has been added. A country that people admire and awe!"

Jin Sung-soo is very envious. 30 years ago, his country was also so full of vitality, but as time passed, it gradually became a zombie-like existence. On the contrary, this country with a splendid culture for thousands of years has re-emerged in the world. As long as you say a word, no country dares to despise it. Being a citizen of this country is full of pride.

"Forget it!"

"Don't talk about it!"

Yamaguchi Yuki was silent for a while, and this kind of thing became more and more sad, like sprinkling salt on a wound, which was unbearable.

"Let's still discuss how we can get that big jar of Yuan Qinghua character story."

Yamaguchi Yuki's goal when he came to Ninghua City this time was the big Yuan blue and white pot that Song Yun was holding.