God Level Golden Eye

"The other is, you think these old men come to my antique market to open antique shops and bring huge transaction volume. I admit this is indeed a fact, but if you think these old men are more than Song Yun and his treasures and It’s important, it’s silly and naive.

"The significance of Song Yun and his Treasure Pavilion, or its important influence, you see absolutely nothing."

"One thing you mentioned just now is that the antique market here has undergone earth-shaking changes in the past six months. This is just a superficial phenomenon that you have seen. Why did such a thing happen? There is already a recognized conclusion in it, that is, the appearance of Song Yun and his Treasure Pavilion led to all this. The old men you said came to my antique market to open antique shops. Do you think they would do this to my antique market? Do you think these old men have such an ability? To put it a bit ugly, these old men just want to be in my antique market. To make money, they don’t care about the life and death of my antique market. After making a huge profit, they found that there was no oil and water, and found that the antique market here was smoggy. They turned around and went to another place to continue opening antique shops. Such things are not uncommon in the entire antique market."

"Song Yun is a master at picking up leaks. He doesn't need to do anything. He picks up leaks every once in a while. This alone can greatly promote the development of my antique market. Can you tell me, you? Those old men who came to me to open antique shops, do they have such influence and positive effects."

"Zhang Wenhua!"

"It's not that I don't give you face!"

"If you want me to give you face, don't treat me as a fool!"

Sun Mengyan was really not at all polite.

Zhang Wenhua blushed and turned white. He didn't expect that all his thoughts would be seen transparently. He called all the old men who wanted to open antique shops to open antique shops in Sun Mengyan's antique market. The only purpose was to hold a group. Once you come, you will be able to dominate and make money in the entire antique market. This kind of thing has not been done before, but now I just want to do it again, and at the same time, I can persuade Sun Mengyan to take advantage of this opportunity. The antique shops that are already very popular, through their own hands to those old men who want to open antique shops, reaping a large wave of debts and even reselling to make a fortune. On the surface, it sounds good, but in fact it is to achieve their own indispensability. The purpose of the complaint was that Sun Mengyan saw through it at a glance.

"Miss Sun!"

"Grandpa definitely doesn't think like this. You think the whole thing is a bit too complicated. Grandpa's purpose is very simple. He hopes to help your antique market grow and grow in the shortest possible time and get the largest volume of antique transactions. ."

Zhang Ping saw that Sun Mengyan and Zhang Wenhua were very stiff, and he was very anxious in his heart, and immediately opened his mouth to defend. He felt that Sun Mengyan had thought too much about this matter and was too complicated, and his grandfather absolutely had no such idea.

"Oh?"

"Do you think your grandpa doesn't think like this? Should I say you are naive, or should I say you are stupid?"

"Does your grandfather have such an idea?

"In fact, the real key point of the whole thing is not whether your grandfather Zhang Wenhua has such ideas, but whether my antique market boss has such ideas, as long as I think your grandfather Zhang Wenhua has such ideas, Then I will be beaten to death with a single stick, absolutely not allowing such things to happen on my site."

"The entire antique market is my territory. No one can be wild here. If there is one person who counts, then that person can only be me!"

"If anyone hits my place with an idea, someone reaches into my antique market, don't blame me for cutting it off!"

"A person who opens an antique shop has to open an antique shop honestly. Don't think too much. If you open an antique shop, if you think you are the boss, if you feel that you have a little money in your pocket, for example, you have a billion dollars. A billionaire doesn’t know that the sky is high and the earth is thick. It is absolutely stupid and naive!"

After Sun Mengyan had said this, she picked up the tea cup in front of her, did not drink and did not continue to speak, just looked at Zhang Wenhua who was sitting opposite her.

Zhang Wenhua’s face was blue and purple, and Sun Mengyan’s words just slapped her face like slap after slap. Her little abacus could not be concealed from Sun Mengyan, and they were all seen transparently. I do have a high status and status in the antique collection circle. Many people give face, but Sun Mengyan is definitely not included among these people, because as Sun Mengyan said, no matter how rich she is, no matter how she has status and status. , But it’s just rolling in the antique collection circle. To put it a bit ugly, it’s really just an antique shop. Sun Mengyan owns an antique market with a huge background. No matter how great she is, Sun Mengyan can’t help it. It's a fact. It's a fact that I don't want to admit, but I have to admit it. I didn't drink the teacup, but I knew what I meant. That was serving tea as a treat.

"Miss Sun!"

"I am really kind!"

"I have never had the ideas you mentioned. You can consider my proposal carefully. If you really think it is feasible, you can call me at any time."

Zhang Wenhua knew that there was no point in continuing, so he stood up slowly, took out a business card from his pocket, placed it on the table, and turned and walked outside.

"grandfather!"

"You don't have any thoughts in this area, why don't you explain it clearly? As long as you tell your thoughts in detail, Miss Sun will definitely agree with you!"

Zhang Ping did not want to leave, so he called out loudly.

"enough!"

"I'll talk about anything when I go back!"

Zhang Wenhua glared at Zhang Ping fiercely.

"Teacher Zhang!"

"Talking shallowly!"

"But now that you are here, and since I have seen it, I have to remind you that Zhang Ping needs more social experience. People like him are not suitable for opening antique shops in my antique market. Not only is Song Yun’s opponent, but even the owner of a small antique shop can’t deal with it. If you have to open an antique shop here, you might be chewed by others, and you won’t even have bones left.”

"of course!"

"My opinion is just a personal opinion!"

"No more meaning, just hope for your reference!"

Sun Mengyan glanced at Zhang Ping and made a sharp cut.

Zhang Wenhua paused, did not speak, did not turn around, and continued to move forward, and walked out of the door of Sun Mengyan's office after a while.

Zhang Ping glanced at Zhang Wenhua. Grandpa was very fast. He wanted to stay, but there was no way.

"Miss Sun!"

"My grandfather really doesn't mean what you said. His proposal is very good. His status in the antique collection circle is really very high. Now there are many people who want to reopen antique shops. The people found my grandfather. If you agree, my grandfather will definitely be able to call all these people to your antique market to open antique shops. My grandfather really has this ability!"

"I hope you can think about it carefully, and then call my grandpa!"

"Miss Sun, this is my business card. I have my phone number on it. I hope you can call me or send me a message when you come back. I hope you can have a chance to treat you to a meal."

Zhang Ping saw that Zhang Wenhua had reached the door of the elevator, stomped his foot, took out a business card from his pocket and put it on the table, very helpless, and turned around after looking at Sun Mengyuan with nostalgia. Now Zhang Wenhua ran over.

"Humph!"

"I really don't know the heights of the sky!"

Sun Mengyan glanced at the two business cards placed on her desk, too lazy to do it, let her secretary come in and sweep it into the trash can, don't dirty her eyes and hands.