God Level Golden Eye

late at night.

There were only Song Yun and Tang Miaomiao in the treasure pavilion.

"Sister Tang, what the **** is going on?"

"You went out all day, and I didn't call back right away when I called you. What happened?"

Song Yun filled his stomach, Tang Miaomiao had almost rested at this time, recovered, and was drinking tea.

"It's nothing big, just go out and buy antiques!"

"Jumbo Pavilion's business is very good. The supply of antiques is in short supply at this time, which is really a headache."

Tang Miaomiao sighed. The situation in front of him was far from expecting. He was in a hurry. During this time, he was already nervous about this matter.

Song Yun laughed, this is definitely the trouble of happiness.

Tang Miaomiao stood up and asked Song Yun to help her go in the car and move the antiques bought today to the shop.

Song Yun originally thought that there would be dozens of them without a hundred, but only twelve were found after moving them all down.

Song Yun couldn't believe it, searching and searching in the car with his eyes wide open, but still didn't find it.

"Isn't it?"

"Sister Tang went out to work all day, just so little gain?"

In Song Yun's heart there were 10,000 horses and horses galloping past. This kind of harvest was too bleak to accept.

Tang Miaomiao was speechless.

These words pierced the heart like a knife.

Tang Miaomiao bought more than a dozen antiques for a day, and he thought it was good. Song Yun said this. After thinking about it, he found that it was really unacceptable. If nothing else, these more than a dozen antiques will be available tomorrow. It’s sold out, and the shop is clean again, and mice won’t come to such an antique shop.

How to do?

Tang Miaomiao was helpless. Too good business was indeed a kind of distress, a kind of happiness, but an extremely painful distress.

Song Yun also couldn't solve this problem. Antique was not a Chinese cabbage on the street, just grabbing a lot. He decided that this happy trouble should be left to Tang Miaomiao's own troubles, and there is no need for two people to worry about it together.

Song Yun talked about the reporter's interview.

Tang Miaomiao shook his head, don't care about antiques, there is no way to sell it, only cold.

Tang Miaomiao spent more time in the collection circle than Song Yun, and naturally knew a lot more.

Song Yun only learned at this time that the reporter named Linda was also a well-known figure in the collection circle and had written many heavyweight manuscripts.

When Song Yun heard Tang Miaomiao's words, he meant to accept an interview.

"Sister Tang, it seems that this is really a good thing."

Song Yun put his heart down completely. Tang Miaomiao had said on the phone that this was a good thing, but he was still a little worried. The reporters didn't always call magpies when they came.

"It's really a good thing, it's very useful to increase our visibility."

Tang Miaomiao nodded, the reporter interviewed, there are positive effects and negative effects, this time it is definitely a positive effect.

"I have an idea, don't know if it is appropriate?"

Song Yun hesitated a little, wondering if he wanted to express his thoughts.

Tang Miaomiao glanced at Song Yun strangely.

"Speak out if you have any thoughts, do you still need to hide it in front of me?"

Tang Miaomiao didn't know what Song Yun was thinking about.

Song Yun said that he did not want to be interviewed by reporters. The reason is very simple. Reporter interviews can indeed increase his popularity in the shortest time. More people know his name, which is a good thing for others. But for myself, it may not be a good thing. The reason is very simple. I want to pick up more leaks. This will definitely be my most important thing for some time to come. Now I am already in the antique market. , Then I was like seeing a wolf. Linda was an influential reporter. As soon as his interview reports came out, more people knew him, and more people knew him. At that time, let alone the antique market. The place itself will also become an unwelcome person, which is not good for picking up leaks.

Tang Miaomiao thought for a while. Song Yun was right. There is really no way to do it for a lifetime. He once suggested that Song Yun’s future development should be identification. Song Yun is also working hard to make preparations for this during this period. But Song Yun's main income now is to pick up leaks. The most important thing to do in this kind of thing is to make a fortune. If the entire Huaxia knew that Song Yun was very good at picking up leaks, the big head photos would be posted on the counter, which is definitely not a good thing.

"Row!"

"Then this matter is settled, don't accept this interview, I can deal with it!"

Tang Miaomiao made a decision right away. He and Song Yun are in different situations. For appraisal and especially selling antiques, the more famous the better, and the more people who know him, the better.

Song Yun left after a while, it was late.

Tang Miaomiao locked the door, took out all the antiques he bought today from the box and put them on the shelf. After doing all this, he did not go home. It would be bright in a few hours and he would just be in the store. I can sleep.

Song Yun returned to the house he rented, took a shower and read a book for a while before going to bed.