Chapter 43 Good Things on the Tricycle

Song Yun returned to the house he rented, and woke up automatically when it was just dawn. The habit he had developed over the years could not be changed at all.

Song Yun didn't stay in bed, he got up, washed his face, brushed his teeth, changed his clothes, and went out to eat breakfast. After eating, he drove his car to the antique market. The early bird catches the worm, so he has to work hard.

Song Yun arrived at the antique market, and it was still early. He went around the ghost market a few times, but as expected, he found nothing.

Song Yun shook his head. It's really not that easy for a ghost to find good things in such a place. Luck is definitely the most important thing. Obviously, he didn't have good luck today.

Song Yun looked at the time, it was nearly nine o'clock, so he simply drove to the Treasure Pavilion.

Tang Miaomiao has come.

Song Yun parked the car at the entrance of the Treasure Pavilion, glanced at the fiery red Ferrari, shook his head, and sighed. People are more popular than people, and they have to throw things away. This is really not wrong at all. The Trojan horse I bought is good and I am very satisfied, but compared with Tang Miaomiao's Ferrari, one is in the sky and the other is underground, which is not on the same level at all.

Song Yun walked into the Treasure Pavilion and glanced at it, there were more antiques on the shelf.

"good!"

“Very nice!”

Song Yun nodded while looking at it. During this time, he had visited many antique stores. It was really good to be able to find one or two of the 100 antiques in these stores.

Although some of the antiques in Tang Miaomiao's shop are fake, most of them are real, and the proportion is even more than 50%. It is definitely a representative of conscience in the antique world.

"Did you buy a car?"

Tan Miaomiao carefully placed an antique, came over, and looked at the door of the store, where a Wrangler was parked.

"I bought it yesterday. I thought it would be convenient to have a car. I can go anywhere. This car can go over mountains and mountains, so it's more suitable."

Song Yun nodded.

"good!"

"You guys are not getting carried away by money!"

Tang Miaomiao laughed. She knew very well how much money Song Yun had in her pocket. Someone else might buy a more stylish car. Song Yun just bought a Wrangler. Obviously, she didn't have the bad habit of being extravagant. Many people who made a fortune suddenly became rich overnight, they were confused, they didn’t even know who they were, they were so generous, it didn’t take long for them to lose all their money, and they ended up in a miserable situation. There shouldn’t be too many examples.

Song Yun has a lot of money now, and it's really good to be so calm.

"Song Yun, after buying the car, did you feel a little smug in your heart? You never thought that you would be where you are today, right?"

Tang Miaomiao was obviously in a good mood, and joked with Song Yun.

Song Yun blushed a bit. After buying the car yesterday, he drove for several hours, and finally got to the top of the mountain with emotion. This is definitely not a small pride, but a big one.

"It's nothing strange, everyone is like this, I'm a past person, who hasn't been crazy when they were young?"

Song Yun was speechless, Tang Miaomiao's words were like what an old man and an old lady said, but in fact he was no more than four or five years older than him.

"Song Yun, I have to remind you of one thing, if your goal is to pick up more antiques and be able to open your own shop one day, I'm talking about opening a good antique shop, not just looking for some junk. You don't have enough money on your hands right now."

"A fancy antique can range from hundreds of thousands to hundreds or tens of millions. Although you have a lot of money in your pocket, you can't actually do a few things. You have to think about it clearly. What you want to do, you have to have a plan to arrange it.”

Tang Miaomiao looked at Song Yun solemnly. Song Yun could be said to have brought it on her own. She knew that Song Yun was from the grassroots, and she didn't understand these things at all, and no experienced person had told him about these things.

Song Yun was stunned for a moment. He really never thought about whether to open a store or what to do next, at least not seriously and in detail. Tang Miaomiao's remarks were like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and they were deafening. .

"Song Yun, you don't need to think too much now, I just remind you that there is still a long way to go in the future. Think slowly, think clearly, and then do it."

Tang Miaomiao couldn't help feeling a little funny when she saw Song Yun's stunned look.

Song Yun touched his nose, knowing that Tang Miaomiao was doing this for his own good, and was naturally very grateful.

Song Yun stayed in the Treasure Pavilion for a while and drank a few cups of tea before leaving. Because Tang Miaomiao was preparing to open, there were a lot of things to do, so he didn't need to get in the way in the store.

Song Yun visited a few antique stores and found two good things. Although they were not as good as the makeup boxes for ladies in the Yuan Dynasty and the tea sets that did not fall to the ground in the Qing Dynasty, they were not bad. They were worth three to five million yuan. Left and right, I asked about the price, and I said tens of millions, and I immediately backed off. I bought antiques to sell them, not to collect them for fun. There is absolutely no need to sell at such a price.

Song Yun turned around a few more times, but still didn't get anything, but unexpectedly heard news that there was a private museum exhibiting, and there was nothing to do for the time being, so he just drove away. Knowledge is also good.

Song Yun followed the navigation and searched for a long time, and finally found a place in an old city, a six or seven-story building, looking at it for some years, there is a small yard in front of it, with beautiful flowers, bamboos are planted in the corner, and a small pavilion is erected. , elegant and quiet.

Song Yun walked in. There was a security guard at the door. He signed his name and checked his ID card. He went in and looked at it.

Song Yun was soon a little disappointed. He imagined that it should be full of all kinds of antiques. After all, the sign hanging in this place is a private collection museum, but after reading several floors in a row, although there are not many things, most They are all daily necessities. Although they are some years old, they are not very valuable. They are not so much antiques as folk products.

"It shouldn't be called an antique museum, it should be called a folk museum."

Song Yun shook his head, muttered a word, turned around and left, taking advantage of the excitement and returning in disappointment.

"Find some time to visit a real museum, and then you'll be able to find really good stuff."

Song Yun drove the car and followed the navigation when he came. When he left, there was nothing to do. He drove freely. After a while, he suddenly found that the surrounding environment was a little familiar.

"What the hell is this place?"

"Have I been here before?"

Song Yun just had such a thought in his mind, and suddenly found the answer.

"It turns out to be here, no wonder it feels so familiar."

Song Yun stopped the car and looked at the construction site outside through the car window. It was the place where bricks were moved not long ago, and it was the supernatural power obtained here.

Song Yun originally wanted to go in and have a look, but he changed his mind immediately. He was just passing by in a hurry at this construction site. After moving bricks for a day, he didn't have any friends, so there was no need to go in.

Just as Song Yun was about to drive away, he suddenly found that there was a tricycle not far from the slow collection of junk goods. The car was full of various things, including old air conditioners, old books and paper, and some plastic and metal beverage cans.