645 Little Depressed

Yamaguchi Yuki and Kitano Junichiro randomly found a teahouse on the side of the road and asked for a private box. Tea and snacks were quickly delivered, but neither of them had any thoughts and frowned.

"Yaguchi Yuki, what should we do now?!"

"Could it be that we have to agree to Qiu Ming's conditions?"

When Junichiro Kitano saw that he couldn't keep silent any longer, he could only speak first. This matter had to be dealt with. There was no use in escaping, unless he didn't want that Yuan Qinghua.

"At present, we don't have a better way. After all, we have no relatives in this place, and we can't find anyone else to help us!"

Yamaguchi Yuki was unwilling, but he couldn't think of any other way.

"I think I can try to get in touch with Song Yun. If it doesn't work, then agree to Qiu Ming's conditions."

"The deposit of 10 million yuan, and the meat buns and dogs have no return. If we do such a thing, we will not be able to explain the problem to those who donated money when we go back. If we really buy it, it's better to say, Wan Wan If this thing doesn't work out, we're going to be in huge trouble."

Junichiro Kitano was very worried that Yamaguchi Yuki would agree to Qiu Ming's request. If he did so, the consequences would likely be very serious.

"Row!"

"That's right, we can try to deal with Song Yun first and see if we can do anything. If it doesn't work, agree to Qiu Ming's conditions!"

Yamaguchi Yuki has no other better way than agreeing with Kitano Junichiro's proposal, which is really the only way to do it at present.

Yamaguchi Yuki and Kitano Junichiro looked at the time and found that it was already a little late, and it was a bit inappropriate to go to the Treasure Pavilion at this time, so they simply went back to the hotel to rest, and planned to go there early tomorrow morning to find Song Yun. Contacting Qiu Ming, at that time, even if he had to pay a deposit of 10 million, he could only make up his mind.

The Treasure Pavilion is brightly lit.

Song Yun and Tang Miaomiao went out for a day, looked at a lot of antiques but found nothing. The two of them were mentally prepared for this, and their emotions were not affected in any way. After a hearty dinner, they returned to the Treasure Pavilion for a drink. Tea.

"It's really hard to find a good event now!"

Song Yun shook his head. The freshly brewed tea was fragrant and fragrant, which made people refreshed and full of temptation. He couldn't help but take a sip immediately. 36,000 pores are like breathing, very comfortable.

"Who said no?!"

"It's more difficult to find a good antique now than to go to the sky!"

Tang Miaomiao sighed, then shook his head again. Today, he and Song Yun ran outside all day, not to mention the antiques he bought, even if he saw not many good things, the few ones, Only barely visible.

"We have to find another place, and if we go on like this, this will not work!"

Song Yun said while looking at Deng Xiaolan who was answering the phone at the counter.

"Let's go out sometime, but we have to wait until after the Treasure Rewarding Conference. We can't leave at all right now. Although it's nothing to do, we can't say that something will come to the door temporarily."

Tang Miaomiao knew that what Song Yun said was correct. She couldn't stay idle all the time. She had to find a place to look for some antiques. In the past, she had to stay in the Treasure Pavilion to answer the phone, but now she has Deng Xiaolan. After that, I have gotten out of this matter and can put my time and energy on other things, but it is impossible to leave Ninghua City. There is a direct relationship with all the people, not to mention, the person who opened a shop like Zhenbaoge, this time the preparatory committee of the treasure-rewarding conference is Xu Desheng. The things are superimposed together, and it is absolutely impossible to wave the sleeves and leave.

Song Yun knew that what Tang Miaomiao said was correct. No matter what plan they had, they had to be ranked after the treasure-rewarding conference, but thinking that this matter would take at least half a month to end, was a little depressing.