Chapter 940 Don't Sell Less Than 400,000

"Do you have the same bowl here?"

Song Yun looked around while asking, and soon found tall and neat bowls on a table. He was a little disappointed, as there was only one bowl in front of him.

"there is none left!"

"There's only one!"

"This bowl was handed down from my father when he opened a noodle shop, and I bought the rest of the bowls later!"

The old man shook his head.

"Your bowl is not bad, it is very beautiful. I think you can keep it in your collection, and you must not use it to store noodles and sell it to others!"

Song Yun reminded the old man.

"ah?!"

"Boss, what do you mean by that? Why can't I understand? It's just an ordinary bowl used to hold noodles and sell it to others. What's the problem?"

The old man was confused, and he didn't understand what Song Yun's words meant. He had used this bowl for more than 20 years. If his father's generation was included, it would take at least 50 years. I understand why someone suddenly said that this bowl of noodles can no longer be used for others to eat.

Song Yun is happy.

The old man in front of him is honest and kind of cute.

"It seems that you still don't understand what I mean. This bowl is an antique. Although it is not a particularly expensive item, it can still sell for some money."

"If you want to collect it yourself, then keep it in your own hands; if you don't want to, then just sell it."

"I think the business of your noodle shop is not very good. The pressure of life should be relatively high. After selling this bowl, it should be able to solve your financial problems."

Song Yun said while taking a look at the big bowl of noodles in front of him. The old man had no idea how much this bowl was worth. He might buy it if he had a chance, but there are too few honest people now. It is absolutely impossible to let such a person suffer. To me, the bowl in front of me is just an antique, but to the old man, it is very likely to be the key to changing the fate of the family.

Song Yun likes to pick up leaks, but he will never pick up the leaks in front of him. He can't bully honest people, and he must have a bottom line in life.

"ah?!"

"This bowl is an antique?!"

"How is this possible?!"

The old man's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe what he heard. He felt that this was just an ordinary bowl that couldn't be more ordinary. Antiques.

"You can take this bowl to an antique shop to have it appraised and you will know what's going on."

Song Ding knew very well that the old man in front of him had no such knowledge at all.

"Is this really an antique?!"

"I don't know how much this antique is worth?!"

The old man was dubious, but he still didn't believe what Song Ding said. For him, the matter was like a pie in the sky. He never thought that such a thing would happen in his life. The pressure of life had already made him numb Unbearable.

"This is really an antique. As I said just now, you can take it to the antique shop for appraisal. At the same time, you can tell them that you plan to sell this bowl."

Song Yun was very patient, just because the bowl of noodles the old man gave him was so solid, he had to help him.

"But let me remind you, never sell a bowl like this for less than 400,000!"

Song Yun took another bowl while talking, poured the noodles over by himself, started to eat in a hurry, and left after paying for the meal. The old man was in a daze all the time, unable to react at all.

"400000?!"

"How can such a bowl be sold for 400,000 yuan?"

"impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

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"If it can be sold for 400,000 yuan, all problems can be solved, and the old woman's hospitalization money will be settled!"

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The old man muttered to himself, looking at the bowl in front of him, his eyes suddenly filled with muddy tears.