God Level Golden Eye

Yang Hongfei immediately followed Feng Feibai’s gaze and found that it was really like this. There was a young man sitting there in the corner of the wall, without saying a word, very quiet, looking harmless to humans and animals. If such a person is in the crowd, maybe no one will notice.

"That young man?"

"How come I have never seen it before, can it be that there is no such huge background?"

Yang Hongfei thought about it carefully in his mind for a long time. It was really not a good impression. He knew that he must have never seen this young man, or he had seen it and didn't remember it. This can only prove that this young man has nothing. Fame.

"Of course you don't know this young man, because in the strict sense, he has not really appeared in the public's field of vision. I mean, in the antique collection circle, most people have never seen him. In his face, I have never heard of his name, but if you think that this young man is just an ordinary young man, it is really underestimated."

"This year is only in his early twenties, this young man is called Zhang Ping, and his age is not much different from Song Yun, who is now the most powerful."

Feng Feibai sighed and didn't know why. When he saw this young man, he immediately thought of Song Yun. Suddenly there was a feeling that the waves behind the Yangtze River pushed the waves forward, and he even felt that some of them were already too old. Not suitable for rolling in this circle.

"Zhang Ping?"

"Is this young man Zhang Wenhua's grandson?"

Yang Hongfei's face suddenly changed, and he immediately thought of this possibility. In fact, there has always been a legend in the antique collection circle, that is, Zhang Wenhua, an old man, has a very powerful grandson, and his ability to identify antiques is terrible. Although there is no such thing as Song Yun's ability to tell the true and false at a glance, but the true and false of an antique is absolutely difficult to hide from this young man.

"That's right, this young man named Zhang Ping is Zhang Wenhua's grandson."

Feng Feibai nodded. What Yang Hongfei said is not wrong at all. It is true. The young man in the corner is called Zhang Ping. Zhang Ping is Zhang Wenhua’s grandson. Zhang Wenhua is a very old and very old antique collector. An old man of, Yang Hongfei, Zhu Deyuan, Xu Desheng are people of the same age, and Zhang Wenhua is still a year earlier. The most important thing is that Zhang Wenhua is very good at appraising antiques. He has seen and admired the five-body cast. There are all kinds of antiques in his family. The reason for his son’s failure is that he has no interest at all. But in his grandson’s generation, he grew up in the antiques pile and inherited Zhang Wenhua’s skills. Over the past two years, some Zhang Ping’s information has occasionally circulated in the circle, but not many people know it.

"Zhang Ping?"

"This is Zhang Wenhua, Zhang Ping's incredible grandson?"

"I heard some things related to him, if they are all true, it is really incredible."

Jiang Wensheng's face is very ugly. Today there are many people who come here to compete. Among them are the old rivals Ding Shan. Now there is a grandson of a very veteran person in the antique collection circle, and this person is already there. Certain circles have become very famous, and the whole thing has become very complicated by this time.

"Yes, it's Zhang Ping. We don't know whether Zhang Ping has the ability like that. We haven't seen it with our own eyes after all, but Zhang Ping's presence here can at least prove one thing, that is, Zhang Wenhua, an old man. I also plan to open an antique shop without having to take care of things myself, but when his precious grandson appears, Zhang Wenhua, an old man, must come to sit here, which means that the antique market here is very competitive."

Feng Feibai really didn’t know what words to use to describe his inner feelings. He thought that he and Ding Shan’s generation would re-open an antique shop and it’s already a big deal. Where did he want to get older monsters with more senior qualifications to stare at? So, although he didn't take the shot personally, but the grandson appeared, it was impossible for the grandfather to stand on the platform.

"Why are these old monsters running out?"

Jiang Wensheng patted his forehead lightly. The situation in front of him was really too complicated, but it was just a shop, and there were too many people drawn out.

Feng Feibai really doesn’t know what to say. He Wenshi’s antique shop in front of him, even if he can’t get it, there’s no big problem. After all, Sun Mengyan is expanding the second phase of the antique market. The shops here are really good, but if you can’t get it, Then find a way to win the second phase of the antique shop. What really makes him vigilant is the appearance of Zhang Ping, which means that more people in the antique collection circle will come out, which means that the competition will be very fierce. Among the twenty-odd people, apart from Zhang Ping, the young man who knew him, would there be any representatives of other old monsters among the remaining people? No one knows. This possibility is very high.

As Feng Feibai thought about it, he looked at everyone around him carefully. I didn’t know it. He was startled when he saw that there were faintly two or three people who were probably old friends who hadn’t seen for many years. The bad feeling is stronger.

"Boss He, people are almost there, right?"

"All of us have been waiting here for more than an hour. Do we have to continue to wait? It's not early at this time. Or you can just set another time and let's have a meal first. Come again?"

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"Yes Yes!"

"Boss Ho!"

"The time is almost the same. No matter what you want, hurry up and start. Those of us have to go back to open an antique shop, or go back to sell antiques. There is not so much time to toss here."

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"Almost there!"

"People who really want to take down your antique shop have already appeared here. Those who come later will not pay high prices."

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He Wenshi wanted to wait a little longer. After hearing these words, he decided to start, because it makes sense. If people really want to take down their antique shops, they will already be here. Those who still come. Originally, there would be no sincere price, and it could not be very high.

"Everyone!"

"Everyone is a peer!"

"Some are of my generation, and some are older generations. They have a very good understanding of the antique market here. Why would I sublet this antique shop? I must be very clear. I won't talk too much nonsense. , There is only one sentence. To be precise, there are only two sentences. The first sentence is that this antique shop is sublet from my hands. There is no problem. Everyone can operate normally without any unnecessary troubles. The other is an antique shop. Now there are so many people who want to get it, and the higher price will get it. I will say a base here, that is, 200,000 transfer fees."

"If you are interested, you can make a shot. Everyone is in this circle and has a meal. When you meet and deal with each other, you will directly shout out how much you are willing to pay. In the end, no matter who the price is, or how high the price is. Or how low the price is, as long as it exceeds 200,000, this event will be set today, and everyone present will be able to witness it."

He Wenshi knows that the people who came here today are very worried, that is, they will receive Sun Mengyan’s troubles after they take the shop from their hands, so they can tell the matter directly first, and the second is of course the most The important thing is the transfer fee, which is related to my own personal interests. I originally wanted to have a no reserve price, but when I finally opened my mouth, I decided to set a reserve price first. There is no problem with this situation of 200,000 yuan. As for how much money can be obtained in the end, just See how much these people at the scene want antique shops.