Chapter 410 Antiques Have Stories

Li Tian saw the confused look on Song Yun and others' faces, so he simply told the whole thing. It was not complicated. To put it simply, Li Tian had a brother who also played antiques for 20 years. The day before, I encountered an antique, and I was shocked. I thought it was an incredible treasure. It could sell for at least 100 million yuan. However, at that time, the owner of the antique asked for 500,000 yuan, which was not a penny less. Li Tian’s My friend went bankrupt, sold the antique shop, and even sold the house at home. Finally, I collected enough money to buy it. However, after the antique was obtained, many experts were engaged in appraisal, and everyone agreed that the antique was fake. These are incredible, wife The ion was scattered, and this friend of Li Tian became crazy. Until now, he is still unwilling to accept the fact that the antique is fake. He lives in an illusion all day long. Over the years, Li Tian has taken people to see it when he has the opportunity. No one wants to buy that antique. This time, seeing Song Yun, after hesitating for a long time, he couldn't help but speak.

After Song Yun, Tang Miaomiao and Shen Xue heard the story, they were filled with emotion. This kind of thing is not uncommon in the circle of antique collectors. For an antique that is not known whether it is true or false, the family went bankrupt, became destitute, and his wife and son were separated. not too much.

"Boss Li, let's take a look at some time. If it's really a good thing, no matter how high the price is, as long as it's reasonable, we'll definitely buy it."

Song Yuan agreed immediately, even though Li Tian had already made it clear that many people thought that antique was fake, but if you haven't seen this kind of thing with your own eyes, no one knows if it's real or fake, let's take a look , even if it's fake, it's just a waste of time, if it's true, maybe you can make a fortune.

Song Yun didn't have a lot of love, and Li Tian's friend deserves sympathy, but these are all found by himself. If he wasn't too obsessed with antique collections and wanted to make a fortune, how could he have encountered such a thing?

Song Yun's idea is very simple. If the antique is real and the price is reasonable, he will definitely buy it. If it is fake, he will not sell it. He will not deliberately say it is fake because of what happened to Li Tian's friend. Come true, pay a sum of money to buy it.

"Mr. Song, if you have time now, we can leave right away."

Li Tian was very happy when he heard Song Yun say he wanted to go see it. The story of his friend had already spread all over Tianding City, and no one wanted to see that antique. This was the first time in nearly a year. .

Song Yun, Tang Miaomiao and Shen Xue naturally did not disagree, and followed Li Tian to his friend's house.

urban village.

A very dilapidated five-story building with a very gloomy little house on the first floor.

Li Tian knocked on the door, pushed it open, and an indescribable smell came out.

"Miss Tang, Miss Shen Xue, otherwise don't come in."

"This friend of mine doesn't clean much, the house is messy and the air is not good."

Li Tian was a little embarrassed.

Tang Miaomiao and Shen Xue nodded, the situation was really not good for the two of them, so they just went outside and waited.

"Tang Miaomiao, is there really such a person who collects antiques?"

"It was made for the sake of a first-line antique, and the wife and family were scattered and destroyed?"

Shen Xue went outside. She had endured this question for a long time since she was eating. At this time, only Tang Miaomiao was there. She could not control it, so she asked directly.

"There are so many things like this!"

"Countless!"

"People who are obsessed with antiques only have antiques in their eyes, only make a fortune, and they don't care about anything else."

Tang Miaomiao sighed and shook his head vigorously, not everyone was as lucky as Song Yun, picking up one after another, this was not a normal form at all.

Shen Xue wanted to say something, but she didn't know what to say. She opened her mouth and closed it in the end.

Shen Xue turned to look at the house where Li Tian's friend lived. The door was open, Song Yun and Li Tian had already walked in, wondering what would happen inside?

Could that antique be real?

If it's true, everyone will be happy, and the whole thing will end in comedy, but if it's false, it's a downright tragedy.

Tang Miaomiao didn't say a word. She was also looking at the house rented by Li Tian's friend. As an antique shop owner, she was more able to understand the sadness of this kind of thing.

"I hope that antique is real!"

Tang Miaomiao muttered to herself.

Song Yun walked into the room and looked at it. The room was very small, one square meter. In addition to a single bed, there was only a half-meter-wide corridor left, and there was not even a bathroom.

Song Yun used to work and knew that such a house was the worst kind in a big city.

There are many things in the room in a mess, all of which are used daily, such as clothes, etc., but they are all shabby and old. It can be seen that the economic conditions of people living in such a house are definitely not much better. , in a sense, it's worse than picking up rubbish. A person is half lying on the bed, the light is a little dark, and I can't see what it looks like. I can only see the unshaven beard and the hair in a mess like a chicken coop. The clothes and the quilt on the bed were tattered and wrinkled, exuding a sour smell. Needless to say, I must have not washed it for a long time.

"Jiangzhong, I'll bring a boss to see your antiques."

Li Tian greeted him loudly, and after several minutes, the person lying on the bed didn't move, as if he hadn't heard Li Tian's words at all.

Li Tian shouted a few more words, but remained motionless.

Li Tian turned around and saw Song Yun, a little embarrassed.

"It doesn't make sense for you to lie like this."

"Take out the antique and let me take a look. If it's real, I'll buy it. If it's fake, you'll be fine, just smash it!"

Song Yun was straightforward and didn't beat around the bush at all.

"It's fake to say it's fake? Do you have this kind of ability?!"

Jiang Zhong suddenly jumped up from the bed like a spring and yelled at Song Yun.

"I really have this ability!"

"Say the truth is the truth and the fake is the fake!"

"The reason is very simple, because I have money, I have bought more than 100 million antiques in the antique market these days."

"Just because of this, I'm very arrogant!"

Song Yun looked at Jiang Zhong coldly and spoke even more rudely.

Jiang Zhong stood blankly, and finally sighed.

"You're right!"

"Rich people are awesome!"

"Row!"

"I'll let you see the antique. If it's real, you buy it. If it's fake, I'll smash it."

"After so many years, it's time to come to an end!"

Jiang Zhong said while dragging a box from the bottom of the bed.