God Level Golden Eye

Hu Yang and Xu Chunxue glanced at each other. Such a good opportunity is definitely not to be missed. Apart from that, they immediately took out the shelf from the bag they were carrying with them, put it on the side, and moved the rack to Song Yun. There is Feng Yuan.

Feng Yuan was annoyed and anxious to see this. He clearly wanted to rub his own heat, but there was no way at all. It was a public place and couldn't be stopped.

"Song Yun, right?"

"Your appraisal like this is really irresponsible!"

"You have to know that as an appraiser, every word can cause serious consequences to customers!"

"You must be careful!"

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"Young people are frizzy when they do things. They don't speak through their brains. The old saying goes well. They don't have hair on their mouths, and they don't work well!"

...

Hu Yang and Xu Chunxue fully fired and besieged Song Yun frantically. They knew that it had to be this way to grab a wave of heat.

Zhu Deyuan and Xu Desheng stood by, shaking their heads when they saw such a situation.

"Zhao Weijun, didn't you expect it?"

"What the **** are these few you invited?"

"Is this a bit shameful?!"

Zhu Deyuan pointed at Feng Yuan, and the blue veins on his forehead came out with anger.

"What kind of **** is this!"

"Unexpectedly, there are such people in our circle?!"

"It's shameful to be together!"

Xu Desheng swears, after living such a lifetime, he really has never met such a person before, and the important thing is that this is his colleague.

Zhao Weijun didn't say a word. He felt that his face was being touched by others on the ground, rubbing and rubbing. Song Yun was very helpful to him. It is not an exaggeration to say that it was Entong's re-creation. Now he asked himself to invite him. Several people are besieging, and they are still broadcasting.

"These old men are dead!"

"Definitely dead!"

Zhao Weijun gritted his teeth and vowed in his heart that he must let these few go around without eating.

"Oh?"

"Buy this Yuan Qinghua?"

"no problem!"

Song Yun nodded.

"This gentleman, what do you call it?"

"I really like this Yuan Qinghua, I wonder if you would like to sell it?"

"If you are willing to sell, I will buy it!"

Song Yun really wanted to buy these flat bottles. Things like Yuan Qinghua, especially the larger ones, are absolutely rare in the market. How could they be reluctant to make a purchase because they saw one less one?

Feng Yuan doesn’t care about the **** at all. On the contrary, he has to be thankful. If it weren’t for them to run, it’s his own firmness and I am embarrassed to say that he wants to buy it. Now that there is nothing wrong with the situation. No.

Quiet!

It's quiet!

Feng Yuan didn't expect Song Yuan to say this at all. They were a little dumbfounded for a while and didn't know what to say.

The same goes for the people watching the excitement around them. They didn't expect Song Yun to say that, staring at them with big eyes, and it took a while before someone finally whispered.

"Is it really going to be bought?"

"The mouth has been opened, is there any fake?"

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"It's one thing to appraise whether it's true or not, and it's another thing to buy it. I think it's impossible to buy it."

"Yes, yes, I also think it is impossible. It is very risky to buy. I think that what Feng, Hu, and Xu said is correct. Yuan Qinghua is really rare in the market. This person is just It can’t be true if I spent a few hundred dollars on a street stall!"

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"Leaking?"

"How can there be such a good life!"

"This is just a story made up! If it is so easy to pick up the leaks, those who open antique shops have already made a fortune, do they still need to open a shop?"

...

Feng Yuan, Hu Yang and Xu Chunxue were really frightened by Song Yun's words at the beginning, and now they are all reacting.

"Hahahaha!"

"Do you want to buy it?"

"How much do you plan to pay? It won't be 200 yuan, right?"

"You just said that this bottle is worth 20 million!"

"If you buy it, shouldn't this be the price?"

Feng Yuan looked at Song Yun sarcastically.

20000000?

how is this possible? !

How could Song Yun buy a bottle at such a price?

Not to mention that this bottle is fake!

Feng Yuan decided that Song Yun was absolutely impossible to buy, and the sarcasm followed one sentence after another.

"Teacher Song, my name is Han Jun, do you really want to buy this bottle?"

Han Jun was a little uneasy. The situation before him was far beyond his imagination. He was just an antique lover and had never experienced anything like this.

"Teacher Song, if you really want to buy it, 10,000 yuan is enough. I will sell you the bottle this time. Anyway, I don't spend much money. I have already made a fortune for 10,000 yuan."

Han Jun is not stupid, of course he can see that Feng Yuan is targeting Song Yun.

"I mean you kid is stupid?"

"Is there something wrong with the brain?"

"20 million don't ask for 10,000 yuan!?"

"Doesn't this person with the surname Song mean that your bottle is real, this 20 million one?"

"Since he says it is worth the money, he has to buy it at this price!"

"Such a chance to make a fortune, you let it go?"

Xu Chunxue pointed at Han Jun and cursed. He didn't want Song Yun to buy this bottle for 10,000 yuan.

"It's your hair?!"

"This bottle belongs to me, I can sell it for as much as I want!"

"You haw a fart!"

Han Jun really couldn't stand it, so he forced it back with just one sentence.

Xu Chunxue's old face flushed.

"you!"

"You really don't know good people!"

"I'm obviously helping you, so you still scold me?"

Xu Chunxue was so angry that her eyes protruded, bloodshot, and her mouth was trembling.

"What do you guys feel at ease, who doesn't know, do you really treat me as a fool?"

Han Jun gave Xu Chunxue a fierce look, ignored it, and turned to look at Song Yun.

"Ms. Song!"

"10,000 yuan! This one of mine is for you!"

"It could have been cheaper, but if I want to have the addiction of picking up leaks, I have to make you more expensive!"

As Han Jun said, he arched his hand, looking embarrassed.

"Yo!"

"What?"

"Am I right?!"

"Flicker! Obviously Fudge!"

"What Yuan Qinghua, what is true, are all lie."

"20000000?"

"If it is really worth 20 million, why not buy it for 20 million?"

Feng Yuan stood aside with a strange yin and yang, and the words in his mouth popped out like dumplings, the rhythm that could kill the popularity.

Zhao Weijun stood on the side. This time he really couldn't stand it, and he couldn't bear it. He raised his foot and wanted to walk over. What he didn't expect was that Zhu Deyuan would hold him with his hand.