God Level Golden Eye

"I think this thing is pretty good!"

"Song Yun, why don't you sell this thing to me!"

Shi Tiezhu put the second piece of the leaked antique on the table while talking. This is a Yuan blue and white flower-patterned eight-sided pot, sighing in his heart. When this thing was bought, it only cost 20,000 yuan. But its true value is definitely more than 10 million. The crux of the problem is that there are too many similar pots in the ghost market. If there is no 100, there are 90 pieces. Song Yun can actually hold so many pots. The inside of the pot found that this one was true at a glance. This kind of original fact makes people wonder what kind of words can be used to describe the shock in the heart. This kind of leak detection ability is not possible if you are not with you all the time. Believe it is true.

Shi Tiezhu has the interest and hobby of going to the ghost market. He always feels that he might find a big leak in a place like this one day. Most of the people who set up the ghost market here know or know the ghost market here. What kind of antiques are on the stall? The Octagonal pot in front of him, he once picked it up and looked at it, and even just happened three days ago. At that time, he had a few conversations with the stall owner. Sentence, I cut the price, but because the other party offered a higher price, and more importantly, I didn’t make up my mind, so I gave up. I didn’t expect Song Yun to just pass by the stall and decided to buy it after a glance. Come down.

When Shi Tiezhu was appraising the box bought by Zhong Mingyi just now when Zhu Deyuan was appraising it, he studied it very carefully and felt that this Octagonal pot should be real. He felt a little regretful in his heart. Why did he miss it like this? An antique is only 20,000 yuan. I am really obsessed with my heart, and I am unwilling to pay it. Of course, this is not a question of money at all. The most important thing is that I don’t have enough eyesight to make up my mind. I felt that there was something wrong with this Octagonal pot. Now that Song Yun bought it, he looked at the places he had previously suspected and found that there was no problem at all.

"I don't have any opinion, but I really don't understand such an eight-party holding pot, Shi Lao, what use is it for you to buy it?!"

Song Yun was a little confused. He didn't know what Shi Tiezhu wanted to buy such an antique for. Zhu Deyuan and Xu Desheng collected antiques. If they wanted such an item to collect, it would make sense, but Shi Tiezhu Just like yourself, you open an antique shop. Simply put, you buy antiques and sell them. Buying antiques from your own hands must be the market price. This is the rule. If this happens, it is impossible to make any money. There is absolutely no need to do such a thing.

"I didn't buy this antique for my own collection, but sold it to others."

Shi Tiezhu directly stated his purpose. He knew that if Song Yun felt that he bought this antique for collection, he would only ask for a very low price. If he was really just for collection, it would make sense. The key to you is that you have to clarify the matter of reselling after you buy it yourself.

"There is a rich man who is talking about a rich man like Boss Zhong. He once mentioned to me that he wanted to buy an antique like this. During this time, I have been wandering around here in the ghost market, just thinking I wanted to see if I could find a good item, but due to my eyesight, I couldn't be sure whether it was true or not, so I didn't buy it."

Shi Tiezhu told the truth.

"The person you want to buy a pot like this may be an alcoholic."

Zhu Deyuan suddenly said something.

Shi Tiezhu laughed after listening, and Zhu Deyuan was completely correct.

"Not just a drunkard, but a rich drunkard. I feel that when this item is delivered to him, it will definitely not be used for collection, it may be used for wine."

Shi Tiezhu said, shaking his head lightly, rich and willful, and no one knows what some rich people are thinking about in their hearts. For example, this eight-pointed pot, an antique of tens of millions of levels, is in many people's minds. In his eyes, he can't wait to confess like an uncle, but for those who are worth hundreds of billions, this is just a toy, or it is just a thing used to improve oneself, it's no big deal.

Song Yun nodded lightly. Shi Tiezhu did not collect it by himself, but sold it to others. In this case, he would not be polite. The market price is as much as the market price, because Shi Tiezhu can definitely make money. It only needs to be based on the price he opened. Just add a little bit to the above. Both myself and Shi Tiezhu have antique shops, and the business belongs to business. It is a good thing to be clear.