God Level Golden Eye

"Miss Tang, can I take a look at that thing?"

Song Yun took a deep breath and calmed down for a while. He glanced at the antique that glowed before on the shelf in the corner. He hesitated, curiosity grew grass, and asked.

Tang Miaomiao didn't know what Song Yun wanted to do, but he nodded and agreed.

Song Yun walked over and found that it was a bowl. He picked it up and rubbed it. As expected, the white light was as blazing and dazzling.

"Miss Tang, this is really antique, right?"

Song Yun turned and looked at Tang Miaomiao.

"correct!"

"This is indeed true."

"In the Qing Dynasty, since the Qianlong Dynasty, official kiln porcelain began to be popular as a decorative pattern based on Buddhist auspicious language."

"In the beginning, the four-word auspicious words such as "Wan Shou Wu Jiang" are usually used as the subject matter. But since Kangxi, four characters representing auspicious meaning are often written in the middle of the pattern. These four characters are often all Individually, this method has been fixed since Qianlong."

"This bowl has a slightly outer edge of the mouth, deep abdomen and foot circle, and an unusually delicate fetus. It is made unconventionally. The outer wall of the bowl is made of yellow glaze, and the flower pattern is painted in pastel on it. The four characters'chang' and'ming' are separated by four sets of winding branches and treasures."

"The layout of the decorative patterns is absolutely symmetrical, the paintings are neat and delicate, and the pastels are dense and gorgeous. You can't go wrong with the official kiln."

"'Daqing Daoguangnian System' three-line six-character seal script."

"This is an upright Qing Daoguang yellow ground famille rose bowl with the'Buddha Daily Ming' pattern, which is very good."

Tang Miaomiao nodded, and what Song Yun was holding was indeed a real antique.

Really?

Is this bowl really real?

Doesn't this mean that my guess is true?

The monster that ran into the body gave it a supernatural power. As long as it was a real antique, it could be seen emitting white light, especially when it was slapped, the white light would be more obvious.

Song Yun pulled his hair hard, which was crazy.

"How do you tell it is true?"

Tang Miaomiao looked at Song Yun a little strangely. When did a porter have this kind of vision?

"This bowl is pretty, I think it should be real."

Song Yun casually found an excuse, he couldn't talk about supernatural powers.

Think it looks pretty?

Can you tell the authenticity of antiques on this basis?

Tang Miaomiao looked up and down Song Yun for a moment, could it be that this is a master appraisal who has gone wrong?

"In addition to this bowl, there are some antiques in my shop. You can see if it's true."

Tang Miaomiao pointed to the shelf. There were a dozen pieces of antiques scattered on the shelf, including porcelain and bronze. He decided to try Song Yun's eyesight.

Song Yun glanced at the rest of the antiques.

"None of this is true?"

Song Yun shook his head, nothing shines.

"How did you tell?"

Tang Miaomiao raised her eyebrows, and Song Yun was right. They were indeed fake.

"Hahaha!"

"I feel that way, but I can't tell."

Song Yun uses supernatural powers, knows nothing about antiques, and can't give any reason.

Tang Miaomiao went up to the second floor and took three antiques in a moment.

"What do you think of these three?"

"true or false?"

"If there is a fake, pick it out."

Tang Miaomiao said while staring at Song Yun.

Song Yun looked down and found that there were two pieces of light, and the one placed in the middle had no light at all, so he picked it out immediately.

What's the matter with this kid?

He clearly doesn't understand anything, how can you tell the truth?

Tang Miaomiao looked at Song Yun, really couldn't understand what was going on.

"what?"

"Miss Tang, am I wrong?"

Song Yun looked up and found that Tang Miaomiao was looking at him with a strange expression.

"Song Yun!"

"Stop being a porter, let's play antique collection!"

Tang Miaomiao blurted out.

"I don't understand antiques, I can't do this business, I can't eat this business."

Song Yun shook his head instinctively.

"You do not understand?"

"How can you not understand?"

"If you are lucky to buy a string of beads on a street stall, but there are a dozen antiques on the shelf, you can find the only one that is true, not to mention the three antiques in front of you, even if there are some famous experts in the circle. All have a headache, you can tell at a glance, why don't you make good use of this ability?"

Tang Miaomiao looked at Song Yun incredulously, wondering why he refused his proposal.

Song Yun was quite helpless. He was telling the truth, but Tang Miaomiao obviously didn't believe it at all. He knew which antique was real only by his abilities, which had nothing to do with the knowledge of antique collection.

"You may not really know antiques, but what does it matter? As long as you can tell the authenticity of antiques, it's enough. It doesn't matter if it's just a feeling."

"In the antique industry, as long as you can pick up a few leaks, such as the bracelets you just sold to me, making a fortune and eating spicy food, things in a blink of an eye are far better than you being a porter!"

Song Yun was stunned and patted his head abruptly.

What's wrong with not knowing about antique collection?

He has abilities!

The ability to identify antiques is as simple as drinking water, as long as they emit white light, they are all real, otherwise they are all fake.

Song Yun suddenly realized that the monster that ran into his body was likely to change his life trajectory.

Done it!

Song Yun did not hesitate, and made a decision immediately.

Tang Miaomiao is right. It's really easy to make money by picking up leaks. A bracelet bought for dozens of dollars is sold at a sky-high price of 150,000. When can I make so much money as a porter?

Are there any risks?

There will definitely be risks, but what is not at all risky?

Now that there is an opportunity in front of me, I dare not even try, so I just go back to my hometown to farm, why bother to go out and venture in the big city?

Song Yun couldn't help but remembered the chatting with his sister last night, and remembered that she said that the city is very beautiful and that she wanted to eat McDonald's and Haidilao, and her determination became firmer.