Chapter 107 Ash One Inch Thick

"This gentleman, please stay. The antiques I have here are all good things. You can take a good look at them."

Zhong Fu was dozing off in the small cubicle at the back of the store when he heard footsteps outside and yawned several times before he came out bravely, seeing someone walking out, and hurriedly said hello.

"Are your antiques good things?"

"The ash is an inch thick!"

Song Yun stopped, the shop owner had already come out, and he took the initiative to speak. Based on politeness, he had to deal with anything, especially now that he had decided to go into the business of collecting antiques, no matter what, he was with the owner of the shop owner in front of him.

Zhong Fu was secretly happy in his heart. When the Treasure Pavilion opened, there was a lot of commotion. He went to see the excitement and naturally knew Song Yun.

"Introduce yourself, Zhong Fu, the owner of this shop, Song Yun, you are a celebrity now."

Zhong Fu looked at Song Yun as he spoke, and an idea immediately popped into his mind.

"Hello, Boss Zhong, I don't know if I have any advice."

Song Yun, when you see Zhong Fu talking, your eyes roll around, you know you must be playing something. As a person who used to set up a stall in the market and has rich experience in struggle, you don't need to worry about anything at all. , The soldiers will block the water and cover the soil, and now there is nothing to do, just see what moths the other party can toss.

"I'm going to develop overseas. The store has already been sold. All these antiques will be sold. I wonder if you are interested?"

Song Yun was angry and funny when he heard it, and Zhong Fu really had this idea.

Interested?

How could it possibly be of interest?

The antiques here are all junk, and there is not even a single piece that shines. Only a fool would be interested in such antiques!

"Yo!"

"Boss Zhong, are you really planning to sell me the antiques in the store?"

Song Yun said half-jokingly and half-seriously.

Zhong Fu blushed, and of course he immediately understood what the explanation meant, but after decades of business, his face was thick like a city wall.

"Song Yun, if you are interested, how about I give you a 20% discount?"

Zhong Fu directly took Song Yun's words as air.

Song Yun couldn't help laughing, this kind of face is really not something ordinary people can have.

"Oh?"

"It turns out that there is really such a plan!"

"I don't know how you sell it?"

Song Yun was both angry and funny.

You can say this!

A look that makes himself a huge advantage!

20% off?

Don't say it's just a 20% discount, even if it's broken, it's impossible to buy antiques here.

"One shot!"

"1000000!"

"what do you think?"

Zhong Fu spoke directly.

One shot is an antique jargon. The meaning is very simple, that is, all the antiques are sold as a whole.

What Zhong Fu said is that all the antiques in the store are sold, no matter how good or bad, the asking price is 1 million.

Song Yun shook his head straight, Zhong Fu really dared to say it, he was thinking of cheating himself. If you are a layman, it would make sense to fool around like this. You are in the circle, and you can still vividly remember what happened when the Treasure Pavilion opened. You really don’t know where the confidence or pride comes from?

"Boss Zhong, it's not that I'm being rude. Which of the antiques you have in the store is real? Take it out and show it to me!?"

Song Yun's words were not polite at all. Since Zhong Fu wanted to deceive himself, don't blame himself for not giving face.

"If you can get one piece to be true, no matter how much it's worth, I'll pay 1 million to buy all the antiques in your store!"

Song Yun made a 360-degree turn as he spoke, and turned around while lighting the antiques in the store.

Zhong Fu's face was flushed, and he really couldn't come up with a real antique.

"Song Yun, what you said is wrong!"

"Why are there no real antiques in my shop?!"

"This is impossible!"

"My shop has been here for more than ten years and has a good reputation. The antiques in the shop are all accumulated over the years, and there are definitely good things!"

Zhong Fu's dead duck mouth is tough, how could he admit that there are no real antiques in his shop?

Song Yun was too lazy to grind his teeth with Zhong Fu, so he turned around and walked out. Just two steps away, his eyes swept across the corner of the wall inadvertently, and suddenly saw a dazzling white light.

ah?

No way?

How is this possible?

Song Yun knew too well what this white light meant!

"Hey!"

"Song Yun, don't leave!"

"Come, come, come!"

"Sit down and have a good chat!"

Seeing that Song Yun was about to leave, Zhong Fu quickly grabbed it and dragged him towards the cafe.

If Song Yun really wanted to leave, Zhong Fu couldn't stop him, but now that he found something good, he couldn't find it, so he got off the donkey and walked to the sofa to sit down.

Zhong Fu hurriedly boiled water to make tea and was busy.

"Song Yun, I know you're amazing. To tell you the truth, the antiques in my shop are really nothing good, but they're not as bad as you said."

Zhong Fu looked at Song Yun as he spoke. He was envious in his heart. On the day of the opening of the Treasure Pavilion, he went to the scene. Song Yun picked up the leaks in front of everyone and made a fortune, absolutely millions or even thousands. A millionaire, he has been rolling around in the antique business for more than ten years. He has been kidnapped and defrauded. He has done unconscionable things. The money in his hands is only more than 2 million. There is absolutely no way to compare.