Chapter 1987 No One Can Help

Song Yun rubbed his nose vigorously. He felt that Sun Mengyan standing in front of him was like a volcano erupting with fire. If he didn't express his thoughts or the solution to this problem quickly, the next one would be to directly Give yourself a punch or a kick or something.

"Sun Mengyan, why are you in a hurry? Sit down and have a sip of tea first."

Seeing this, Tang Miaomiao felt a little funny, so she reached out and gave Sun Mengyan a hand to sit down next to her.

"snort!"

"This problem in the antique market has indeed existed and happened. The most important thing is that this kind of thing has a very huge impact on the entire antique market, and it can even be said to have a fatal impact. If this problem is not solved, the next No one can tell what the antique market will look like, and I have devoted my whole life to this antique market."

Sun Mengyan's face was as cold as ice, with no expression at all, staring at Song Yun who was directly opposite her.

Song Yun sighed softly, of course he knew why Sun Mengyan was so anxious about this matter, but it has to be said, it was definitely a waste of time.

"Although the data I have is not particularly accurate, many antique shops are now able to sell three antiques every day. If there are more, the antique shops here are not counted. All together, it is very likely to sell three pieces of antiques every day. The number of antiques that went out exceeded 200, and even reached 300."

"I just want to ask, Sun Mengyan, do you have the ability to find two hundred antiques every day for these antique shops to sell?"

Song Yun was not angry at all, and expressed his thoughts slowly.

Sun Mengyan was dumbfounded.

Two hundred antiques?

Three hundred antiques or more?

Can you solve this problem yourself?

This is not the number of antiques sold in a month and a year, but the number of antiques sold every day. Even if only 200 pieces are sold every day, then it will be 6,000 pieces in a month.

Do you have the ability to do this yourself?

Sun Mengyan found that she really didn't have such ability, not only she didn't have such ability, Song Yun also couldn't have such ability, no one in this world has such ability.

"Zhenbao Pavilion is currently implementing an antique reservation or reservation system. We buy and sell antiques in this way. Now, how many antiques are reserved or reserved in the store? I think you should know, Sun Mengyan. If you don't know , you can take a look at the phone numbers, names, etc. recorded in our store."

"We estimate that the number of antiques that are still on pre-order will not exceed 2,000 pieces."

"I can't solve such a problem. It's a headache. How can I solve the shortage of antiques in antique shops in the entire antique market?"

Song Yun's tone became more and more serious.

Sun Mengyan's mouth moved a bit, and she wanted to make a distinction, but she didn't know what to say. He found that just like what Song Yun said, he had no way to solve such a problem at all, and she was even more Feeling that Song Yun's gaze was getting more and more severe, like two sharp swords, he didn't dare to face it directly, and turned his head to avoid it.

"Things are so simple. Even if this matter really exists, even if it is very serious, we have no way to solve it. There is no way to solve it. No matter how anxious you are, it is useless, let alone such things are not profitable. , Why do you do such a thing, and why should I do such a thing?"

Seeing Sun Mengyan like this, Song Yun knew that he had listened to his own words.

Zhu Deyuan and Xu Desheng felt their faces were burning hot. These words were like a slap in the face and a slap in the right. They were slapped hard on the faces of the two of them. People who have lived their whole lives have not thought through such a simple truth. I understand, what Song Yun said is not wrong at all. Even if this matter really exists, or is really so serious, no one can solve this problem. The shortage of antiques here, if it is true that all antique shops are facing What is missing is not ten or eight pieces, but hundreds, or even thousands or even tens of thousands of pieces. Even if the gods come, it is impossible to solve them.

"What Song Yun said is very reasonable. This matter is fundamentally unsolvable. If we can do something, we must do our best to do it. If we can't do it, even if we really see it happen, there is nothing we can do. We just have to go with the flow.”

Zhu Deyuan nodded heavily. This matter is beyond everyone's ability, and there is no way to solve it. People like himself are not gods, and it is impossible to conjure a lot of antiques out of thin air. Provided to the antique shops here in the antique market to sell, whether you want to admit it or not, this is a fact, and it is a problem that everyone is unable to solve.

"Of course those who open an antique store hope to have endless antiques to sell. Every time you sell an antique, you can make money. If you tell the owners of the antique store now, I have a way, and I have a way to find a lot of them for you. Antiques, everyone must raise their hands in unison. What they need is not ten antiques, but a hundred or even a thousand antiques. Now even people who have lost their minds know the antique market here. Antiques are very easy to sell, as long as the real antiques are placed in the store, they can be sold sooner or later, the difference is only that the money earned is more or less."

"Sun Mengyan, if you dare to open such an opening, these people will definitely smash the door of your office."

"What are your virtues and abilities, and where is your ability to solve this problem?"

"During this period of time, in order to solve the problem of shortage of antiques in Zhenbao Pavilion, Tang Miaomiao and I, including Shen Xue, thought of countless ways, but in the end we still faced such a predicament."

"I really can't imagine, including you, why do you think I can do such a thing?"

"There is no way to solve the antiques in Zhenbao Pavilion. The shortage of antiques in the entire antique market is useless even if the king of heaven comes, let alone Song Yun."

"Why don't I pick and sell antiques myself when I have time, instead of finding antiques for them and ways to make money for them?"

"How out of my mind do I have to be to do something like this?"

Song Yun's eyes became more and more serious. He really felt that Sun Mengyan was confused when she cared about such a thing. He simply didn't know what he was thinking. Although the antique market was very important to Song Mengyan, it was gone. No, but that's not the right way to solve the problem at all.

"Song Yun!"

"I admit that what you said is true."

"But is it helpless to watch the problems faced by the antique market here? Can we just watch the antique market, because things like this continue to decline?"

Sun Mengyan was silent for a long time, and finally spoke.