Chapter 161 It's From a Straw Bag

"Oh??"

"Is this what you're talking about?"

"Humph!"

"This is not the first time he has invited me to dinner!"

"Toads also want to eat swan meat!"

"Don't urinate, take a look at what you are!"

Tang Miaomiao waved and shook his head.

Song Yun took a serious look at Tang Miaomiao, and found that she was disdainful, and she was clearly speaking the truth.

"what?"

"Why do you say that?"

"I think that Fang Xiong looks pretty good, at least he is a handsome guy. His grandfather Fang Jun is also an authority in our circle. The conditions should be good, right?"

Song Yun was very puzzled and continued to gossip.

"It looks really good, but so what?"

"Of course the conditions at home are fine!"

"Fang Jun gave birth to a son in his life, and his son gave birth to a grandson. There are really a lot of antiques collected over the decades, especially Fang Jun started collecting antiques early. Good thing, someone said that you can go in and visit the treasure house of Fang Bao, and the things in it add up to no less than 2 billion, but what about this?"

"All this can't help Fang Xiong being a scumbag!"

"Besides, what is two billion worth?"

"Mother, I can make money in just a few years."

Tang Miaomiao looked disdainful and at the same time full of confidence.

Song Yun now understands what's going on. It proves that Fang Xiong's appraisal ability is in a mess. Tang Miaomiao doesn't look down on it at all. Money is definitely not an important thing to Tang Miaomiao. Playing with antiques Yes, especially for someone who is already famous like her, it's really not too difficult to make money. You can see this from yourself, as long as you pick up a few leaks, 100 million As soon as I got it, although Tang Miaomiao didn't have superpowers like himself, but his ability and vision were there, he made a lot of money, and he didn't need to worry about Fang Jun's family property.

Song Yun no longer has the mind to gossip, and now this situation may not seem at all.

Song Yun and Tang Miaomiao found a place to eat, and after eating, they returned to the Treasure Pavilion.

Tang Miaomiao transferred 90 million to Song Yun, which was the money to buy Fenqing Dazun and two large yellow-ground pastel bottles.

Tang Miaomiao sighed very much that the big pink pink and two large yellow earth pastel bottles were bought by others in her hands and made more than 10 million yuan. This is really a huge sum of money, and it is really very good. Earn money, but people are really mad at people. The money that he made and Song Yun was suddenly unhappy. Song Yun was doing business without capital. He went home and went to the market casually. If you go shopping, you will get 90 million yuan, even if you sell white powder, the money will not come as fast as this.

"The ancient book hasn't been released yet. Press that thing first, find a suitable opportunity to find a suitable buyer, and then sell it, so that the price will be higher."

"Also, don't be in a hurry to sell those more than a dozen plates. I put them in the store and release one every three or five months, so that I can sell them at a good price."

Tang Miaomiao explained the situation of the remaining antiques that had not been released.

Song Yun didn't have any different meanings. When it comes to doing business, especially the antique business, Tang Miaomiao is the real expert. There is absolutely nothing wrong with her.

Song Yun stayed in the Treasure Pavilion all afternoon, and he and Tang Miaomiao carefully studied the information provided by Gongyangqiu.

Tang Miaomiao and Gongyangqiu were best friends, and she knew very well what kind of antiques they wanted to get at this auction, so she circled them all.

Song Ming was surprised to find that all the antiques Gongyangqiu wanted to photograph were relatively expensive.

"Will all these antiques be photographed?"

Song Yun rubbed his brows vigorously, his face very solemn.

In the information provided by Gongyangqiu, all the antiques to be auctioned have appraised prices or market prices. Roughly calculated, it exceeds 10 billion and is close to 20 billion. There may be a sharp rise in prices due to fierce competition. If this factor is taken into account, it is estimated that all these antiques that Gong Lanqiu wants to photograph together will cost at least 40 billion yuan. This is really an astronomical number.

Tang Miaomiao nodded, Gong Yangqiu thought like this.

"These antiques are very representative in the history of China, and a large part of them are private collections in our country or museums of relevant departments, and I don't have any collections. As long as there is an opportunity, even if the price is relatively high, they must be collected. Take it."

"What we have to do is make sure these antiques are all real!"

The expression on Tang Miaomiao's face was very serious.

Song Yun didn't speak, but he looked more seriously when he read the information.

Early the next morning, Song Yun got up and took his luggage to the airport. After meeting with Gongyangqiu and others, he boarded the plane and the destination was Xiangjiang.

What Song Yun didn't expect was that Gong Yangqiu was accompanied by a person he was very familiar with, that is Pan Sichen.

Song Yun really couldn't figure out how this classmate who he had confessed to before appeared by Gongyangqiu's side.

Seeing Song Yun, Pan Sichen didn't speak, just nodded, and then followed Gong Yangqiu like a stranger.

Monk Song Yun Erzhang was at a loss, and the more he thought about it, the more confused he became, but it was definitely not suitable to ask in this situation, and he could only find a chance after we met.

After Fang Xiong got on the plane, he tried every means to sit with Tang Miaomiao, but Tang Miaomiao was obviously prepared for this, and lived by Song Yun's side from the beginning.

Seeing this, Fang Xiong found an opportunity to talk to Song Yun about changing positions.

Song Yun was not a fool. He knew that Tang Miaomiao definitely looked down on this Fang Xiong, and it was impossible for him to agree. After he refused, he became Fang Xiong's thorn in his side, and even threatened.

Song Yun didn't care at all. After graduating from high school, he wandered around in the society. He hadn't seen anything or anyone. The flowers in Fang Xiong's greenhouse were vulnerable.

Ninghua City is not far from Xiangjiang, and it will be there in a few hours.

Gongyang Qiu had already arranged everything, and immediately after leaving the airport, there was a car directly to the five-star hotel, each person had a room, and the arrangement was very good.