God Level Golden Eye

Situ Kongming is really very angry now. He feels like a volcano is erupting in his body. He stares at Yuan Minghua tightly. Both eyes are about to fall to the ground, but he finds Yuan Minghua. It's one thing to not think of yourself at all, as if you are determined to be yourself.

"One million is one million!"

"But there is a condition, that is, you have to prepare no less than 30 pieces of such quality antiques for me in one day, and the price cannot be 1 million. What you said makes sense, I mean You have to have a few mouthfuls of soup. I am not a person who eats alone. For the second batch of antiques, I can only give you 500,000."

Situ Kongming took a few deep breaths and tried to calm himself down. He knew that these 25 fake antiques were not to be said to be 1 million, even if they were 2 million, he had to take it at this time. Under the circumstances, Yuan Minghua's conditions must be accepted.

"no problem!"

"When you come here tomorrow night, I will give you the price of 30 antiques of the same quality, just as you say, 500,000."

Yuan Minghua secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Although he had a very tough attitude just now, he was also worried that Situ Kongming would really turn around and leave. If something like this happened, Situ Kongming would not be able to make more money. , But I also suffered a huge loss. The result of this is already very good. The first batch of antiques sold for 1 million, and the second batch of antiques sold for 500,000. The total cost is only 50,000 to 60,000. This is absolutely I made a lot of money, and there is nothing to be dissatisfied with. In any case, I am just selling fake antiques. It is impossible to sell fake antiques into real antiques like Situ Kongming. I have no such ability. There is no such channel.

Situ Kongming immediately packed all the antiques in the box and moved it to his car. After paying the money, he stepped on the accelerator and left. He didn't want to stay here anymore at this time. He felt that he only needed one. Seeing Yuan Minghua, I felt smoke was coming out of his forehead, and he was so angry.

"It seems that this wave of market is really very good. You must prepare more antiques, otherwise you will definitely be in a hurry."

Yuan Minghua watched the taillights of Situ Kongming’s car slowly disappear into the night, and immediately realized that this wave is also a very good market for him. Now it is only Situ Kongming who is picking up the leakage. But maybe from tomorrow, there will be more people picking up the leaks. If this happens, the antique market will usher in a very rare explosion. It is impossible to sell so many real antiques. More importantly, Even if the owners of these antique shops have real antiques in their hands, they can’t sell all of them. They will definitely find them to buy high imitation antiques and sell them in the shop like Situ Kongming.

"Tomorrow will be no later than the day after tomorrow. Those who pick up the leak will definitely spring up like bamboo shoots after the rain."

Yuan Minghua has been in this circle for many years, and he knows very well that things like this will happen. Most of the people who are missing are the owners of antique shops like Situ Kongming. No one is smarter than anyone, but who No one is stupid than anyone else, knowing how to do it, and knowing how to deal with such a situation, it is impossible for Situ Kongming to make this money by himself.

Yuan Minghua went back to his house and cleaned it up. After a while, he walked out again with the car key in his hand, locked the door of the house, and drove away quickly.