God Level Golden Eye

"Yes, I just went to collect a little stuff, a little too much, I haven't had time to bring it in yet!"

Song Yun briefly talked about the matter. Tang Miaomiao couldn't stay there after hearing it. He grabbed Song Yun's car key and ran out immediately. He opened the door and found that there was nothing wrong with the back seat. Scrolls.

"fast!"

"hurry up!"

"Take all these scrolls to the store, let's take a look, if it's really like what you said, then it's an incredible thing!"

Tang Miaomiao didn't care about the lady at this time, so he picked up a dozen scrolls and ran into the treasure pavilion.

When Song Yun saw this, he hurriedly started, and the two quickly moved all the scrolls into the Treasure Pavilion.

Tang Miaomiao couldn't wait to open a scroll and looked at it seriously. This look was for nearly an hour.

"Song Yun, this is really the golden chestnut paper in the legend. If I read it correctly, it is most likely the earliest batch, from the Song Dynasty."

"Gosh!"

"Is it really unexpected that there are so many blanks?"

"What the **** is going on?"

Tang Miaomiao was shocked and inexplicably, his brain was confused, and he opened a dozen scrolls one after another, all of which were exactly the same golden millet paper, which was really incredible.

"I don’t know how these papers were saved. The seller also doesn’t know where the papers came from. They have been in his house anyway, from his father’s father’s generation. The seller is now It’s already 60, and it’s impossible to figure this out."

Song Yun had tried it a long time ago, and it was useless, and there was no clue.

"Forget it!"

"This kind of thing is simply a headless case, even if you ask, you can't find it out."

Tang Miaomiao was very sorry, but after a while, he laughed again, and now there was something for sale in the store.

"Song Yun, you are really lucky. I went out and worked for a long time, and I didn't get any results. You can come across such good things as you stay in the store."

"This person is really maddening than others!"

"It seems that I have to get you here every day to sit down, maybe I don't have to go out looking for antiques anymore!"

Tang Miaomiao was very happy.

Song Yun didn't know what to say. Tang Miaomiao was probably driven crazy by antiques recently. He was already very happy when he saw one. How hungry is this?

"By the way, Song Yun, how many papers are there?"

Tang Miaomiao was happy for a long time, then remembered and asked how many.

"A total of 80 scrolls!"

Of course what Song Yun received was very clear.

Tang Miaomiao asked about the price and was very satisfied. After thinking about it, he took out his mobile phone and made a call, and then sent another WeChat message. After two minutes, he stood up and started to move the scrolls out.

When Song Yun saw this, he knew that Tang Miaomiao had already sold the paper. This was for delivery. The paper had just been removed from the car and now they must all be moved to the car, but this time it was Tang Miaomiao’s. The car, the door of Treasure Pavilion is locked.

Song Yun didn't want to go, but Tang Miaomiao had to take it, so he could only follow to see the excitement. He was actually a little curious about what price Tang Miaomiao could sell the paper.

Tang Miaomiao drove her Ferrari, whizzed on the road, and stopped in a small courtyard.

Song Yun could only be dumbfounded when he got out of the car. This small yard was not in the suburbs, but in the city center. It was surrounded by tall buildings. This kind of place had a small yard. It would be richer and more important. It’s not enough to have money, you have to have power. You have to know that this kind of downtown area has a lot of money, and the developers are staring at them. These are the characters who premiered in winter, and they have been driven away long ago. , How can you keep this small yard?

Tang Miaomiao was obviously not here for the first time. After the car was parked, he walked inside. Song Yun followed. When he entered the door, he saw two bodyguards standing motionless.