Chapter 930 Waiting by the Side

Jiang Guangming was very shocked. He found that all these people came to Song Yun to sell antiques. If there were only a few people, there would be no problem. The most important thing is that there are more than fifty people in the long line here, and the more important thing is the elevator door. From time to time, someone will come out with the same box in their hands, which means that people will only come in a steady stream. What I see now is only 50 people. God knows how many people have sold antiques to them. Song Yun, and God knows how many people will continue to come to Song Yun.

"It is absolutely impossible for things like this to continue. I have to stop it."

Jiang Guangming looked at more and more people. If he didn't stop this matter, Song Yun would definitely buy a lot of antiques here.

Jiang Guangming is very famous, almost everyone who collects antiques does not know him, and many people say hello when he walks past.

Jiang Guangming was not in the mood at this time, with a cold face, and he didn't even nod when others greeted him.

"What's wrong?"

"What happened?"

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"Teacher Jiang is here to find Song Yun, right?!"

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"Could it be that Teacher Jiang and Song Yun have some troubles??!"

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People queuing up talked a lot, no one left, one was of course curiosity, and the other more important thing was that everyone came here to sell antiques, no matter whether Jiang Guangming and Song Yun had any festivities, that would be It's just that the matter between Jiang Guangming and Song Yun has nothing to do with others.

Jiang Guangming walked in through the open door, and immediately saw that Song Yun was sitting behind the sofa, and I was holding an antique inside, and there were a lot of boxes piled up in a corner next to it. The antiques that have been thinned down seem to have at least a hundred or dozens of pieces.

Jiang Guangming's anger couldn't help rushing to his forehead again, he quickly took a deep breath, and suppressed it hard.

"Song Yun!"

Jiang Guangming waited for a while and found that Song Yun did not greet him, so he had no choice but to speak first.

"ah?!"

"Mr. Jiang, when did you come?!"

"I'm really sorry, I was a little too busy and didn't notice you coming here!"

Song Yun really didn't notice when Jiang Guangming walked in. There were too many people selling antiques. He had to hurry up, otherwise there would only be more and more people behind him. I don't know when Jiang Guangming will walk in.

"Hehehe!"

"Hehehe!"

"It's really busy, I'm watching!"

Jiang Guangming smiled but didn't. The busier Song Yun was, the more he felt like a knife was piercing his heart. These antiques should have been kept in the local antique market, but now they were all bought by Song Yun and flowed into the antique market in Ninghua City.

"Mr. Jiang, what do you want from me?"

"If you need to talk to me in detail, you may have to wait for a while. As you can see, I am too busy here, and I don't have time at all. People outside are all early in the morning. I’m really sorry to keep them waiting so long.”

Song Yun sat behind the sofa and didn't move at all, the embarrassed expression on his face was flawless, nothing could be seen at all.

Seeing Song Yun like this, Deng Xiaolan almost burst out laughing, but on the surface she had to endure it, it was really uncomfortable, and Song Yun was obviously pretending to be confused on purpose.

"Hehehe!"

"Hehehe!"

"It doesn't matter if I wait a while!"

Jiang Guangming can only say so.

"Deng Xiaolan, pour Mr. Jiang a glass of water."

Song Yun pointed to a sofa in another place while talking.

Jiang Guangming's anger flared up again. What he said just now was just to be polite, but Yong Yun actually asked him to wait beside him. He has a very high status in the circle of antique collectors and never waits for others. He really wanted to turn around and leave now, but thinking that his goal had not been achieved, he had no choice but to endure it, followed Deng Xiaolan to a corner sofa and sat down.

Deng Xiaolan poured Jiang Guangming a glass of water, and immediately returned to Song Yun's side.

"Do you really want Jiang Guangming to wait there?!"

Deng Xiaolan whispered to Song Yun.

"There are so many people outside, there must be someone who comes first, right?"

Song Yun waved his hand indifferently.

Deng Xiaolan didn't say anything more this time, and continued to cooperate with Song Yun in collecting antiques.