Chapter 7

After Song Yun and Tang Miaomiao finished their breakfast, they went straight to the library and began to study various antique collection materials. I don't know if it was because of the supernatural powers. Their memory was very good. For example, if you read it three or five times, you can remember it. After abruptly nibbling on a lot of information, there is finally some knowledge related to collection in the stomach.

When night falls, the big city is full of bright lights, and the road is very lively with people coming and going.

Song Yun walked out of the library, found a small restaurant to fill his stomach, wandered for a while, and unknowingly turned into a small street that was inconspicuous from the outside.

"Ninghua flea market?"

"Is it a place that sells old stuff?"

Song Yun looked at the huge sign hanging on the side of the small street, and suddenly remembered a foreign variety show he had seen before, talking about a group of people shopping for treasures in the flea market.

"I wonder if there are antiques in this kind of place?"

Song Yun originally wanted to go back to the library to read, but when the thought appeared at this time, he couldn't hold back at all, so he lifted his foot and walked in.

Big!

Very big!

Song Yun walked in and took a look. They were all huge steel structure greenhouses, piled up with messy things, all kinds of old furniture and electrical appliances, messy porcelain and iron products, piled up like a mountain.

"I didn't expect a place like this to exist!"

Song Yun rubbed his nose forcefully and was a little stunned. He walked forward while watching.

"Boss, how do you sell these bowls here?"

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"Boss, this old table is nice, how much is it?"

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Song Yun turned around a few stalls, and quickly figured out how things were sold here, not to mention the old tables and chairs, almost all of them put a price on them, and just asked if they didn't post the price. The things on the shelves are a little more expensive, but the ones on the ground are very cheap. For example, those old dishes are sold for ten dollars or even by the kilogram. If you haven’t been here, you will never know that there is such a thing in the world. There are many things in this place. It seems that most of them are from 30 or 40 years ago, and a small part may be 50 or 60 years old. In many stalls, you can see things that I played with when I was a child.

"Could it be that everything in this kind of place sells feelings?"

Song Yun remembered a popular word on the Internet, shook his head, and suddenly saw a pile of white light flashing on the ground about ten meters away, and immediately walked over. It was a pile of porcelain on the ground, some bowls and some The saucer has cups and a few large plates.

Song Yun squatted down and poked around in it for a while, then grabbed three cups.

"Great!"

"I didn't expect that there would be such a harvest!"

Song Yun was overjoyed. These cups were all emitting white light. After rubbing them one by one, the light became even stronger. The sheep-faced monster devoured the white light. Now he knew it was right. These cups were definitely good things.

Song Yun looked at a sign next to it, which said ten yuan for three pieces.

"Boss, do you still have this kind of thing here, I want a few more!"

Song Yun took out the money while talking.

"there is none left!"

"Just these few!"

Song Yun didn't say more, and paid to leave.

Song Yun walked out of the flea market quickly, holding a bag in his hand, his heart skipping a beat.

"Posted!"

"This is another post!"

Song Yun took a few deep breaths, trying to suppress his excitement, but he couldn't do it, and in the end he just let it go.

Song Yun found a place where no one was around, took out a cup, and rubbed it a few times. The white light was dazzling, and he couldn't look directly at it. His heart beat even more violently. Judging from the intensity of the white light emitted by the cup, the price was far more than That bunch of lobular red sandalwood bracelets.

Song Yun didn't hesitate, took out his mobile phone, and immediately sent a message to Tang Miaomiao, saying that he had some antiques in his hand, and asked her if she would accept it, and took a few photos to send.

"See you in the store now!"

Tang Miaomiao replied in seconds.

Song Yun beckoned to stop a taxi and rushed to the Treasure Pavilion in the antique market.

When Song Yun arrived at the Treasure Pavilion, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening. What he didn't expect was that most of the shops in several streets of the antique boutique were still lit, and many people came in and out. It's when business is booming.

There was Tang Miaomiao's Ferrari parked in front of the Treasure Pavilion. In addition to this, there was another car, which was unrecognizable, and it was the same.

"Rich people are just different."

"High profile everywhere!"

Song Yun shook his head. Tang Miaomiao's Ferrari cost more than 10 million yuan, and the one next to him didn't look too bad. No matter where they parked, these two cars would definitely attract attention. It was like a dark night. The fireflies are impossible to see.

"Song Yun, come in!"

When Tang Miaomiao was in the store, she immediately waved her hand when she saw Song Yun. The Treasure Pavilion was about to open. She was sorting things in the store. It was a blind date in disguise, which was very embarrassing. Song Yun's arrival made her feel that she had escaped from her life.

Song Yun went in and took a look. The Treasure Pavilion was very neatly packed, and there were a lot of antiques on the shelves. It seemed that it was almost ready to open. Tang Miaomiao was not the only one in the store. There were also two sitting at the tea table. One was An old man in his late 70s, with white hair and beard, his head is very good, he looks like a child with crane hair, and the other is a man in his 30s, with a national face, sitting there with a straight body, and he has a good education and a future. The bright kind.

"What is this game?"

Song Yun glanced at it, a little muttering in his heart, feeling a little embarrassed in the atmosphere, but he didn't think much about it, he came to sell things to Tang Miaomiao, and nothing else had anything to do with him.

"Song Yun, where is the thing you sent me the photo, take it out and show it to me." Tang Miaomiao glanced at the bag that Song Yun was carrying, and widened her eyes, "You don't tell me Am I right here?"

Song Yun nodded.

"Isn't it?"

"You are so weird!!"

"If the thing is real, it costs one hundred thousand dollars for one piece, and you just packed it in a plastic bag?!"

Tang Miaomiao was a little speechless.

"Can't find anything else, only this, no way."

Song Yun's old face was a little red, but he really couldn't blame himself. Things bought at the second-hand market could only be packed in a plastic bag.

"never mind!"

"Stop talking about this!"

"Hurry up and take it out, I'll see if it's true!"

Tang Miaomiao didn't bother to say anything else, and simply reached out to ask for something.

Song Yun took it out, the three cups were lined up and placed on the table.

Tang Miaomiao couldn't wait to pick up one of them and look carefully.

Song Yun looked left and right, his eyes swept across the old and young sitting at the tea table from time to time, very curious.

"Who are these two people?"

"It's definitely not a customer who came to the store to buy antiques, otherwise, Tang Miaomiao would have to say hello."

"Definitely know each other."

"The atmosphere is really a bit awkward, why does this happen to people you know?"

"What on earth are they doing here?"

A series of thoughts appeared in Song Yun's mind, and he kept thinking about it. Suddenly, he had a flash of light and thought of a possibility. He couldn't help laughing.