Chapter 684： Lin Huaimin is not a player

Song Yun and Tang Miaomiao were eating at a humble stall in the small county town. When they encountered a place like this, the two of them had no interest in restaurants at all. They were all looking for street food. It turned out that this was the right choice. The taste of the beef is very good. For example, the beef that is being eaten now is very tasty but not chewy. The soup is thick and thick. It is definitely not an easy task to find such authentic in a big city.

"What do you think of this thing?"

Tang Miaomiao ate the fastest. After ten minutes, he was full and drank, and put down his chopsticks.

"Lin Huaiming should have nothing to do with this matter."

Song Yun understood what Tang Miaomiao was asking. No matter what he did, he would be courteous and steal if he was wrong. Ma Guowei's enthusiasm must be a game, but in this matter, he felt that Lin Huaiming had nothing to do. If he really participated in it. , It is impossible to wink, and even more impossible to say something like that.

"Ok!"

"I also think that Lin Huaiming should have nothing to do with this matter."

Tang Miaomiao nodded lightly. He and Song Yun agreed on this matter.

"What do you think of this game tonight?!"

Tang Miaomiao didn't talk about Lin Huaiming's matter any more. The opinions and judgments of the two people were the same. Even if this matter was over, the most important thing now was the situation of Ma Guowei.

"Knocked and kidnapped."

"There is no doubt about this!"

"Anyway, we are idle and we are idle. There is no problem to see. If there are good things, of course, we have to go hand in hand. If there is no good thing, then it will be a long experience, and more importantly, the long night. If there is no such thing, It's hard for us to pass the time in this small county!"

As Song Yun said, he stuffed a huge piece of beef into his mouth, chewed it hard and swallowed it into his stomach. The thick juice in the beef was just challenging the taste buds.

"boss!"

"Bring me another big plate of beef!"

Song Yun felt that he should have a big meal. In such a small county, after this time, I don’t know when I will come again next time. The delicious food may be only once in my life, and I have to eat it hard. One is enough.

"That's how you think?!"

Tang Miaomiao thought Song Yun had a huge plan, but he didn't expect it to be so simple.

"What else can I do?!"

"Ma Guowei knew it was a game at a glance, and in a place like this, the possibility of encountering a good antique is too small. We really just went to see and pass the time. Unless our luck is really overwhelming, otherwise. , It’s impossible to have any unexpected gains."

Song Yun's real thoughts are so simple.

Tang Miaomiao nodded helplessly. This is indeed the case. It is definitely not a simple matter for a small county to find a world-shattering treasure. It is not the age of good things a few decades ago. In a small county or in a small village, it is possible to find a treasure. In the past ten or twenty years, this phenomenon has long disappeared. If it is a real good thing, even if it is a suspected good thing, it is not easy to see it. , As long as the old things will not cause people's vigilance, under this carpet-like national antique boom, the real antiques in the small villages in the small county have long disappeared.

"We don't have to think too much, we will take it down if we have something good, and if we don't, we will treat it as a good show."

Song Yun raised his head and looked at Tang Miaomiao who was sitting opposite him while cooking.

"Ok!"

"Although I do want good antiques, you are right. You really shouldn't have expectations."

Tang Miaomiao suddenly felt a little depressed. He thought it was possible to get a good antique, but suddenly realized that he might be too naive.

Song Yun smiled and didn't speak again. Whether he has gained anything tonight, it doesn't count now. You have to wait until you see something to know, but now you definitely can't give Tang Miaomiao too high expectations.