Chapter 121: Touch Porcelain? (The Guarantee Date Is 10000, Please Collect!)

early morning.

six o'clock.

The sun has just risen.

Song Yun strolled slowly in the ghost market of Antique Street.

In the past few days, my life has been very peaceful, either sleeping or eating or reading.

Quiet and thoughtful.

Song Yun's hands started to itch. He had to touch the antiques. After thinking about it for a long time, he finally decided to visit the ghost market. Although the ghost market is now as Tang Miaomiao said, his mind has changed. There's nowhere to go for a stroll and get over the addiction.

"Song Yun, how do you think I've been recently?"

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"Sell or not?"

"How could it not be sold?!"

"One hundred million!"

"Give 100 million this thing and you take it!"

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"This is the official kiln of the Song Dynasty."

"Song Yun, if you want, I'll give you a 20% discount, and you can take 50 million!"

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Song Yun walked around the ghost market for two hours. This kind of thing happened one after another. At the beginning, I was a little uncomfortable. However, I slowly started to accept my fate, relaxed my mind, and after I calmed down, I started to interact with various stalls. Lord Hara felt very good when he got up. The consequence was that every stall, as long as he squatted down, the stall owner was like a big enemy. As long as he had used the antiques, when he turned and left, the stall owner would just put it away. .

Seeing this, Song Yun secretly laughed in his heart. This was a small prank, deliberately teasing these stall owners. He pretended to be interested in many things, but in fact it was simply junk.

"You people are not willing to sell things to me, so don't blame me for fooling you!"

Song Yun thought of those stall owners who hid their antiques, and couldn't help showing a weird smile on his face. He knew that these people would definitely look for expert appraisal experts, or they would scratch their heads and think for ten days and a half months. I was full of hope, thinking that it was really a great thing, and finally had to admit that it was a fake. This process was ups and downs, and I could definitely drink a pot.

Song Yun was walking, and suddenly realized that this is a good way. These stall owners now have an idea, thinking that the things they have learned are good things. Get a lot of antiques that you are interested in. Over time, these people will know that they have been fooled. It will be much easier to buy things in the future, at least there will be no too much resistance.

Song Yun thought about it carefully and found that this is indeed a good method.

Song Yun immediately began to execute, and he squatted down at every stall he passed by.

"This ancient coin is not bad! Kangxi's!"

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"This is the blue and white of the Yuan Dynasty, it is simply a work of art!"

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"This wooden chair must be at least from the Qing Dynasty. The boss offers a price."

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"Is this pastel for sale?"

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Wherever Song Yun went, chickens and dogs walked, and it was very enjoyable to stroll around.

Song Yun walked slowly, checking that it was almost time, and was about to leave when he suddenly found a large crowd of people in front of him, typical of watching the fun.

"Isn't someone picking it up?"

Song Yun strode over while thinking about it, ghosts are such a place, there are a lot of people, generally speaking, they will gather around to watch the fun, usually there is only one thing, that is, someone picks up the leak.

Song Yun walked to the crowd watching the lively crowd, and after inquiring about it, he found out the situation. The matter is actually very simple. When someone was looking at something on the stall, he accidentally fell to the ground, and the stall owner insisted on losing money. People who don't agree with something, and this makes a fuss.

Song Yun shook his head.

There are indeed rules in the antiques business. If you take something with your hands, if it falls on the ground and smashes it, the person who starts it must pay full compensation.

The ghost market is full of tourists. How could these people who set up stalls give up such a good opportunity? The key problem is that the reason is on the side of the stall owner, and there is no place to reason.

"You got this thing!"

"It fell to the ground!"

"You have to lose money!"

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"One million yuan!"

"You have to pay 1 million!"

"Pay 1 million, the thing is yours, take it as you like."

"What? One million is too much?"

"This is the bronze of the Shang Dynasty. The auction company has evaluated it and said that it can sell for 5 million. Now let you knock it, and you can take it away as long as you pay 1 million. It is already a huge advantage!"

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"I can tell you that if you can't pay before today, don't even think about leaving!"

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"Don't think about calling the police, I tell you, it's absolutely useless!"

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Song Yun frowned.

1000000?

This stall owner is too much!

It’s really wrong to knock something, and it’s okay to ask for some money, but it must not be too much.

In a place like a ghost market, few of the things on the stalls are real, and even if they appear occasionally, they are all things. It is too much to clamor for someone else to pay 1 million.

"This stall owner is too much!"

"I won't buy this kind of junk for 500 yuan. Now it's just a smash, and I'll pay 1 million yuan. This is a clear robbery!"

"That's right! I didn't expect that the people who set up the stalls here would be so dark-hearted, and would not dare to come again in the future."

"Don't overturn a boat with a single pole!"

"This guy isn't from us, he just came to set up a stall today!"

Song Yun heard the discussions around, and immediately understood that this was a professional liar running over to fool people.

People who often set up stalls here in the ghost market usually don’t make troubles like this, because this is where they eat and eat. After things get too famous and stinky, the last thing that affects them is themselves, so everyone Conscious maintenance, small pits and cheats are endless, but never dare to play too much.

"Is there anyone in charge?"

Song Yun looked left and right, a little strange.

There are two kinds of management in a place like the ghost market. One is of course the management of the management office, which is open and official, and the other is secretly. To put it bluntly, there will be a big boss in these small stalls. This person has a relatively high prestige, and acts as a mediator after something happens to suppress it.

Song Yun once heard Tang Miaomiao talk about this matter, there are so many people around here, it should take some time for the incident to happen, and it stands to reason that someone should come forward to deal with it.

Song Yun was thinking about this, when a few people came not far away. The one in front was in his fifties, not too tall, about 1.7 meters tall, lean, and had a murderous aura on his body.