God Level Golden Eye

The car drove very quickly and smoothly. The only problem was that there were traffic jams everywhere at this point. During the usual one-hour drive, I watched for two hours, and finally stopped in front of a villa halfway up the mountain.

When Song Yun got out of the car, he looked around and found that they were all villas. Because of the fact that they were halfway up the mountain, they had a very good view. Looking forward, they could see the brightly lit port, which was an incredible place.

Song Yun shook his head gently. No matter where he is, rich people are rich people. They live far away, much better than ordinary people.

Seeing Song Yun like this, Tang Miaomiao couldn't help but patted him on the shoulder.

"What are you sighing for?"

"Don't talk about places with rich people, don't forget, you are also rich now!"

Tang Miaomiao patted the bag he was carrying while talking.

Pan Sichen was beside him, and couldn't help laughing when he saw Tang Miaomiao's actions like this.

Helpless, Song Yun simply closed his mouth, afraid to answer.

Gong Yangqiu walked in front and entered the villa, while Tang Miaomiao, Song Yun and Pan Sichen stood in the back.

Song Yun didn't say anything along the way, but he looked around carefully as he walked.

The villa occupies a large area. In addition to a large platform at the entrance for parking, there is a large yard after entering the door, full of flowers and trees, and a small rockery pavilion in the middle with bright lights and a corner The place can even see a small lake with a large area, very quiet, with a faint fragrance of flowers in the air.

"Is this the rich family in the legend?"

Song Yun thought as he walked, this was the first time he went to a rich man's home and found that it was indeed well-deserved, and everything was very delicate and particular.

"Are you feeling emotional again?"

Tang Miaomiao was walking beside Song Yun, and of course everything about Song Yun was in sight.

Song Yun nodded. He was originally from a country boy. He didn't have much knowledge and hadn't seen a big scene. This was not ashamed, and there was nothing to hide.

"There is no problem in this world that money cannot solve. If there is, it's just because there is not enough money."

"Song Yun, you are now on the road to success, and even more on the right path. You will soon find that all these things in front of you are nothing but clouds, which are not worth mentioning at all, because for you, It’s not too simple to want to own."

"The simplest truth is that as long as you want, you can exchange for a villa like this by taking out that dish of Chaozhu."

Tang Miaomiao said that she laughed, and she suddenly felt that she had put a villa like this in her own pocket. This feeling is simply not too good.

The villa is really big, and the yard is not small. After walking behind the Filipino maid for 10 minutes, I arrived at the entrance of the villa’s hall.

Song Yun walked in with Gong Yangqiu, as if he had entered the Grand View Garden, feeling dazzled for a moment.

Big!

The big one is a bit exaggerated!

Resplendent!

The same brilliant and brilliant is a little exaggerated!

Song Yun was very shocked and felt that he had come to an amazing world, but soon he calmed down and even began to smile on his face.

Seeing Song Yun's reaction like this, Tang Miaomiao was very strange. No matter how he looked at it, he felt that the rumorous smile on Song Yun's mouth was a bit strange.

Tang Miaomiao approached Song Ming and asked in a low voice what was going on.

"The shelf right in front is the third row from the bottom up, third from the left. That bottle is fake."

"The shelf on the left against the wall, from top to bottom, the fifth row, the seventh from the right, that bronze ware is definitely a fake."

"In the corner on the left hand side, there is a Tang Sancai, restored, two feet of Tang Sancai's horse, modern."

Song Yun suppressed his voice and told his findings.

Tang Miaomiao was still able to control it when she first started, but as Song Yun said more and more fake antiques, she finally couldn't help it, the smile on her face bloomed like spring flowers.

"Can you two be more serious?"

"Don't forget, it's in the old man's house now!"

Gong Yangqiu also heard what Song Yun and Tang Miaomiao said. At the beginning, he pretended not to hear anything, but then couldn’t help it. According to Song Yun’s words, the antiques in this hall exceeded four points. One is fake, which is really amazing.

Song Yun closed his mouth and said nothing. Tang Miaomiao curled his mouth and stopped talking. The reason was simple. They followed Gong Yang Qiu to the lobby where the guests were waiting. In the middle of the sofa sat an old man of about 70, dressed in a suit. Tang suit, blushing, with few wrinkles on his face, he did have a childish look. There were more than a dozen people around him, either with big bellies or well-dressed, obviously all people with backgrounds.

"Hi, hello."

Ram Qiu frowned, but there was not much strange expression on his face, and he said hello.

"Xiao Qiu, you are here, sit down and sit down."

He Minghua waved his hand, squeezing a smile on his face.

Ram Qiu was stunned, but he still found a place to sit down.

Tang Miaomiao curled his mouth, pulled Song Yun a few steps back, and slipped farther away when people were not paying attention.