God Level Golden Eye

Six o'clock in the morning.

Song Yun walked out of the unopened Treasure Pavilion. After locking the door, he walked towards a teahouse not far away. Zhu Deyuan and Xu Desheng had already set off from the hotel and would arrive in half an hour. The three of them made an appointment. Drink morning tea.

When Song Yun walked into the teahouse, he found that Zhu Deyuan and Xu Desheng had already arrived. There were already some snacks and steaming tea on the table in front of them.

"No way?"

"Old Zhu, why are you two already here?"

Song Yun really felt a little strange, but he didn't know why Zhu Deyuan and Xu Desheng came a little earlier than himself. It was really strange.

"You come slowly, what can you do?!"

While talking, Zhu Deyuan pointed to the snacks on the table.

"We have ordered a lot of things, if you see if there is anything you want to eat, just order it yourself."

Song Yun picked up the list and took a look, and found that all the things he wanted to order had already been ordered, and the number was very large. There was more than enough for three people, and there was nothing more to order.

"Song Yun, why did you go to Zhenbao Pavilion alone?"

While drinking tea, Xu Desheng asked Song Yun a little strangely. Yesterday everyone had an appointment to drink morning tea this morning. When he called not long ago, he found that Song Yun was already in the Treasure Pavilion.

Song Yun told about the fact that he went to the ghost market for a while.

"No? You kid went to the ghost market without telling us?"

When Zhu Deyuan heard Song Yun say that he ran to the ghost market in the early morning, he blew his beard and stared at him. It was a bit too much to say this to himself.

"Old Zhu, you haven’t visited places like ghost markets. I don’t know how many times you’ve been. There is nothing fun. The most important thing is that you two are already very old. You can’t stay up all night without sleeping. It’s really not good for the body."

Song Yun shook his head. He knew that if he really told Zhu Deyuan and Xu Desheng to go to the ghost market, the two of them would definitely want to go together, but Zhu Deyuan and Xu Desheng were already quite young and had just come here from Ninghua City. It's better to keep things small, so I didn't tell them altogether, and just came up with a cut first and then play.

Zhu Deyuan has nothing to do with Song Yun. In any case, today’s ghost market has passed. Even if this time point passes, there will only be a place of garbage left. The sky is already bright, and the ghost market is actually End.

"correct!"

"Song Yun, did you miss out when you went to the ghost market this time?!"

Xu Desheng took a sip of tea, and after putting down the tea cup, he waved his hand. Song Yun didn’t tell himself and Zhu Deyuan that they were going to the ghost market is over. No matter how entangled it is, it’s useless. Now the most important thing is to take a look. Whether Song Yun missed anything, this is the most real thing.

"Song Yun Song Yun!"

"The ghost market has been very prosperous recently. People in the circle have said that there are really many good things. Since you went to the ghost market early this morning, you should have something to gain, right?"

Zhu Deyuan also looked at Song Yun very expectantly.

Song Yun sighed and shook his head.

"what?"

"what is this?"

"Could it be that there are so many stalls in the ghost market, you can't find even an attractive antique?"

Zhu Deyun was a little dumbfounded. I don’t know why Song Yun shook his head and sighed. This is clearly an antique. Song Yun’s ability to pick up leaks doesn’t need to be said. As long as the stalls in the ghost market have good things, they will be able to find them. Now it looks like this, the only possibility is that there are no real antiques on the stalls in the ghost market, and there are no good ones.

"That's impossible, isn't it? Such a big ghost market requires at least a thousand stalls. Can't you find a good antique?"

"Song Yun!"

"It's not that your vision is too high? Do you have to sell antiques of at least 5 million yuan?"

Xu Desheng is also very strange. There are so many stalls in the ghost market. Under normal circumstances, it is impossible to find a good antique. The only possibility is that Song Yun's vision is too high. In my eyes, even if I see it, I won't pick up the omission. This is not the first time this happened.

Song Yun told about his experience in the ghost market this morning, and sighed heavily after speaking.

"Now I am in the ghost market here, and I even think that the experience in the antique shop is exactly the same as when I was in Ninghua City. People recognize it."

Song Yun really had no good way. If he had a choice, he would never want this to happen to him, which meant that from now on he would not be able to happily pick up the leaks without worrying about being discovered by others.

Zhu Deyuan and Xu Desheng couldn't help but laugh after listening. There is really no way for this kind of thing. After a series of things happened, Song Yun has already become a celebrity in the entire antique market. Now that the social information is well developed, you can do whatever you want. Finding Song Yun’s photo, it’s not surprising for many people to recognize it. Maybe the small stall owners who are now in the ghost market of the antique market have a picture of Song Yun. As long as they see Song Yun or suspected Song Yun People who show up in front of their stalls start to cheer up. No matter what kind of antiques, they will not sell as long as they ask for the price. This situation has already happened in the antique market in Ninghua City, and now it is only copied to Sun Mengyan. Antique market.

"Song Yun!"

"Anyway, you don’t make money by picking up and leaking antiques now. This kind of thing is harmless to you. Not to mention, if you want to pick up and leaking, you can go to the antique market in other places. The world is so big that people are not everywhere. Everyone will notice your existence, or even if they recognize you, they may not think that your abilities are true. They want to find it elsewhere, but it's just a little troublesome."

Zhu Deyuan comforted Song Yun, but such words really didn't have anything to do with comfort, and it could even be heard that the tone was obviously gloating.

"what?"

"Song Yun, if you were in the ghost market this morning, did you see someone picking it up? Now in the antique collection circle here, there is another legend that someone has missed a piece of fighting color from the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty and Fengming. In the bamboo hat."

Xu Desheng suddenly remembered that when he was swiping his phone just now, someone in the group was talking about it.

"No way?"

"This news spread too quickly, right?"

Song Yun was a little dumbfounded. He knew that the middle-aged uncle's leaks would spread. There is no secret in the antique collection circle, not to mention that the ghost market was very lively when the middle-aged uncle picked up the leaks, let him identify antiques. At that time, there were a lot of people around. It was absolutely impossible to conceal this kind of news, but he still didn't expect it to spread so quickly, but in just two or three hours, both Zhu Deyuan and Xu Desheng had heard of it. this matter.