God Level Golden Eye

"Don't worry! Don't worry! This will definitely not be a problem!"

Qi Dabao packed the tickets again.

"Did you go to the ghost market this morning to take a look?"

Qi Dabao changed the subject. He came here today to find Lin Zhengqing, and what he wanted to talk about most was this.

"I didn't go to the ghost market!"

Lin Zhengqing shook his head. He went there a few days ago. After shopping around, I didn’t find any good antiques. I didn’t even see a few real antiques. Even if it was a few days, I set up a stall. The stall owner is not a good stubborn. Obviously, he also knows that good things are brought out. The price is very outrageous, even higher than the ones bought in the antique shop. This is simply a crazy person. The important thing is that the number of people at Guizi's place yesterday was obviously much less, plus there was something to be dealt with early this morning, and they simply didn't go.

"Oh?"

"If you didn't go, you really missed a good scene this morning."

Qi Dabao shook his head.

"What good things can there be in the ghost market, can it be said that someone will miss it?"

Lin Zhengqing added some water to the kettle while talking, preparing to make another pot of tea.

"That's right, it's exactly like this. Today, someone from the devil picked it up again." Qi Dabao nodded, then sighed softly, "Why didn't this kind of thing happen to me?"

"Hahaha!"

"Qi Dabao, are you kidding me?"

"Or, where did you hear the news?"

"In our antique collection circle, all kinds of false news are flying in the sky every day. You don’t know this kind of thing, this kind of truth, you just listen to it as a joke, you don’t need to be too serious. , I even think that the things that Song Yun had missed before were all fooled. I don’t know what happened to him. I moved Sun Guohua and asked Sun Guohua to endorse him. Where did you get so many antiques that you can miss, if it’s just I think it is possible for antiques worth more than one hundred or two hundred thousand, or even tens of thousands of dollars, but the antiques that Song Yun picked up there, according to Sun Guohua, are calculated in units of tens of millions, like ghost markets. How can there be such a level of antiques in a place that specializes in selling fakes? This is obviously nonsense!"

Lin Zhengqing suddenly felt that his judgment was very likely to be true, and it was impossible for Song Yun to have such a simple antique in the ghost market.

"I don't know if what happened last time was true, but what happened this time is definitely true, because I was watching it by the side and it was absolutely impossible to be false."

Qi Dabao didn’t know if the previous rumors were true, but he saw what happened today. When Zhang Fan and Zhao Tong were betting, he was watching the crowd and appraising the few antiques that Zhang Fan had missed. The person at is even the well-known character Guo Tian, ​​which is absolutely impossible to be fake.

"You mean, today Zhang Fan and Song Yun were walking around the ghost market together. Song Yun saw such antiques on some stalls, so he didn't ask Zhang Fan to buy them?"

Lin Zhengqing scratched his ears and looked at Qi Dabao carefully. The expression on his face was very serious and he didn't mean to be joking at all.

"That's right, it's true. Zhang Fan finally said very clearly that Song Yun discovered these antiques. He just bought them by himself."

Qi Dabao knew that Lin Zhengqing didn't want to believe this, and honestly he didn't want to believe it either, but there was no way to deny it when he saw it with his own eyes. He couldn't pretend not to know, and there was no way to deceive himself with such things.

"This is too ridiculous, right?"

"In the past few days, there are a lot of people wandering around in the ghost market. Those enthusiasts will not say, just like us, the owner of an antique shop does not know how many, except for us. In addition to the people, there are many professional collectors. So many people are in the ghost market, desperately trying to find antiques, desperately trying to pick up the leaks. The end result is that no one can succeed, at least The news that came out publicly was a result of this, and now suddenly Song Yun missed it again. Do you believe this kind of thing?"

Lin Zhengqing got more and more excited as he talked about it. He was originally sitting on the sofa, but in the end he just stood up and went around in the antique shop, like a headless fly.