God Level Golden Eye

Song Yun is better off living than dead, while Tang Miaomiao and Shen Xue are discussing him inside.

"Miao Miao, is it true?!"

Sun Xue glanced at Song Yun who was standing at the door of the store as she spoke. She deliberately pulled Tang Miaomiao into the store in order to tease Song Yun. Now that she saw him in embarrassment, she couldn't help but want to laugh.

"Awesome!"

"Of course very powerful!"

"Seeing it with my own eyes, it's like a fake replacement!"

Tang Miaomiao knew that Shen Xue was talking about Song Yun's omissions, and immediately packed the tickets.

"Is there such a god?"

"How is this possible?!"

Shen Xue shook her head. There have been a lot of things about Song Yun in the circle recently, and she is dubious.

"What's so bragging about this kind of thing?"

Tang Miaomiao patted Shen Xue on the head.

"I'm here this time. In addition to your business, I actually want to buy an antique. I have negotiated the price with the seller. As long as the item is genuine, you can sell it. The shopping is almost the same, or we should just now Time to take a look?"

"Take this opportunity to take a look at Song Yun's ability, and let him give me a hand."

Shen Xue's eyes rolled a few times and an idea emerged.

"You want to catch strong men, free labor, but who calls us sisters?"

Tang Miaomiao saw Shen Xue's plan at a glance and cursed with a smile.

Tang Miaomiao and Shen Xue went out of the shop and talked about the matter with Song Yun. Song Yun nodded like a little chicken pecking rice. As long as he didn't continue shopping, he agreed no matter what he did, not to mention that he was going to see antiques. There is no reason to disagree.

Shen Xue took Tang Miaomiao and Song Yun, and quickly found an inconspicuous small shop. Song Yun found that there were no other antique shops around, knowing that this must be a word-of-mouth business and an acquaintance business, otherwise, It is impossible to open a store alone in such a place.

Song Yun entered the shop and looked around. The space is not big, only 20 square meters. In addition to the counter, there are a few sofas and a small coffee table. All the remaining space is used for antiques, one by one. On the shelves, densely packed like a grocery store.

"Chen Xiaodao, where is it? Get out of me quickly!"

Shen Xue couldn't see anyone, so she roared, and after a while, a young man in his early twenties walked out from behind the shelf with a cigarette in his mouth and wearing slippers.

"Chen Xiaodao!"

"Can't you be serious about doing business?"

"In broad daylight, open the store door and sleep behind the shelf. Are you afraid that others will take the things in your store along?"

Shen Xue said directly and was shocked.

"It's all fake tatters, take it away if you take it away!"

"Who will put valuable things on the shelf?!"

Chen Xiaodao didn't care.

Song Yun couldn't help laughing when he heard this, and glanced at it when he came in. None of the antiques on the shelf can shine, and the weakest ones are not visible. Indeed, all of them are fake. Chen Xiaodao spoke like this. It further proved that this shop basically does business with acquaintances. Sun Xue is clearly an old customer. When Chen Xiaodao speaks, he will not be in the cloud, and there is a saying.

"Boss Tang Miao Miao Tang, I heard that your store is open!"

"congratulations!"

Chen Xiaodao arched his hand at Tang Miaomiao.

"Your ears are quite long, this kind of thing has been passed to you!"

Tang Miaomiao said with a smile.

"Your Treasure Pavilion is now in our circle. It is very famous. Antiques are sold out. This is the first time I have heard of this kind of thing."

"I don't think I can know it!"

Chen Xiaodao looked envious. There is a characteristic of the antiques business. "If the market is not released for 10 years, it is 10 years for the market." In short, it means that the business is difficult to do, but once done, the profits are very large. Tang Miao After the opening of Miao's antique shop, the supply of antiques exceeded demand, and it was a miracle that the antiques had to be closed.

"Do you have antiques here?"

"How about giving me a bit?"

Tang Miaomiao was not polite and spoke directly.

"do not!"

"I belong to a small store. I didn't have a few good things. If I sell it to you, I will drink the northwest wind and just close it!"

Chen Xiaodao didn’t even want to refuse right away. This kind of thing must not be done. There are indeed a few good things in his hands. That is, waiting for the right time and the right people to sell them at a high price. Although they can make money when sold to Tang Miaomiao, it’s definitely Not too much, it's better to cover it in your own hands.