God Level Golden Eye

Song Yun rubbed his nose vigorously. He felt that Sun Mengyan standing in front of him was like a volcano that exploded on fire. If he didn't hurriedly express his idea or a solution to this problem, the next one would be straightforward. Give yourself a punch or kick or something.

"Sun Mengyan, why are you in a hurry? Sit down and take a sip of tea before talking."

When Tang Miaomiao saw this look beside her, she felt a little funny, stretched out her hand and took Sun Mengyan and sat down beside him.

"Humph!"

"This problem in the antique market has indeed existed and occurred. The most important thing is that this kind of thing has a huge impact on the entire antique market, and it can even be said to have a fatal impact. If this problem is not resolved, the next No one can tell what the antique market will become. I have devoted my life to this antique market."

Sun Mengyan's face was as cold as ice cubes, with no expression at all, staring at Song Yun, who was right across from her.

Song Yun sighed softly. Of course he knew why Sun Mengyan was so anxious about this matter, but it had to be said that this was absolutely wasted.

"Although the data I have on hand is not particularly accurate, many antique shops are now able to sell three antiques every day. Those with more antiques are not counted as the antique shops here. Adding up all of them, it is very likely to sell every day. The number of antiques that went out exceeded two hundred, and even reached three hundred."

"I just want to ask, Sun Mengyan, do you have the ability to find two hundred antiques for these antique shops to sell every day?"

Song Yun wasn't angry at all, and said his thoughts slowly.

Sun Mengyan was dumbfounded.

Two hundred antiques?

Three hundred antiques or more?

Can you solve this problem yourself?

This is not the number of antiques sold in a month, but the number of antiques sold every day. Even if only 200 pieces are sold every day, then it will be 6,000 pieces in a month.

Do you have such abilities?

Sun Mengyan found out that she really didn't have such an ability. Not only did she not have such an ability, Song Yun also couldn't have such an ability. No one in this world had such an ability.

"Jumbo Pavilion now implements an antique reservation or reservation system. We buy and sell antiques in this way. How many antiques are reserved or reserved in the store now, I think Sun Mengyan, you should be clear, if you don’t know. , You can take a look at the phone numbers and names recorded in our store."

"The number of antiques we are still pre-ordering is estimated to not exceed two thousand."

"I can't solve a problem like this. It's a very headache. How can I solve the problem of the shortage of antiques in the antique shops in the entire antique market?"

Song Yun's tone became more and more serious.

Sun Mengyan moved her lips. She wanted to distinguish a sentence, but she didn't know what to say. He found that just like Song Yun said, she had no way to solve such a problem, and she even more. Feeling that Song Yun's gaze became more and more severe, like two sharp swords, he did not dare to face it directly, turning his head and avoiding it.

"The matter is so simple. Even if this matter really exists, even if it is very serious, we have no way to solve it. There is no way to solve the matter. No matter how fast you are, it is useless, let alone such a thing that is unprofitable. , Why do you do such a thing, and why should I do such a thing?"

When Song Yun saw Sun Mengyan like this, he knew that he had listened to what he said.

Zhu Deyuan and Xu Desheng felt hot on their faces. These words were like slaps on the right and the other, slapped fiercely on the faces of the two people. People who have lived a lifetime have not thought about such simple truths. I understand that Song Yun’s words are not wrong at all. Even if this matter really exists or is really so serious, no one can solve this problem. There is a shortage of antiques here. If it is really faced by all antique shops. What is missing is not ten or eight, but hundreds, even thousands or even tens of thousands. Even if the gods come, they cannot be solved.

"Song Yun's words are very reasonable. This matter is simply unsolvable. If we can do something, we must do our best to do it. If we can't do it, even if we really see it happen, there is nothing we can do. We can only go with the flow."

Zhu Deyuan nodded heavily. This matter was beyond everyone's ability, and there was no way to solve it. People like himself are not gods, and it is impossible to conjure a lot of antiques out of thin air. It is provided to the antique shops here in the antique market to sell. Whether you want to admit it or not, this is a fact and a problem that no one can solve.

"Of course, those who open antique shops hope that there are endless antiques to sell. Every time you sell an antique, you can make money. If you tell these antique shop owners now, I have a way, and I can find a lot for you. Antiques. Everyone must raise their hands. They don’t need ten antiques. They need a hundred or even a thousand antiques. Now even people with a brain in their heads know the antique market here. Antiques are very easy to sell. As long as they are real antiques in the store, they can be sold sooner or later. The only difference is the amount of money they make."

"If Sun Mengyan, you dare to make such a hole, these people will definitely have to squeeze the door of your office."

"How can you be, how can you be able to solve this problem?"

"During this period of time, in order to solve the problem of the shortage of antiques in the treasure pavilion, Tang Miaomiao and I, including Shen Xue, thought of countless ways, and finally faced this dilemma."

"I really can't imagine why, including you, do you think I can do such a thing?"

"There is no way to solve the problem of antiques in Jumbo Pavilion. The problem of shortage of antiques in the entire antique market is of no use to the king of Lao Tzu, let alone Song Yun."

"When I have this time, why don't I pick up and sell the missing antiques myself, and have to find antiques for them to find a way to make money for them?"

"How bad is my brain to do such a thing?"

Song Yun's gaze became more and more severe. He really felt that Sun Mengyan was confused when she cared about such a thing. She simply didn't know what she was thinking, even though the antique market was very important to Song Mengyan. No, but this is simply not the right way to solve the problem.

"Song Yun!"

"I admit that what you said is the truth."

"But is it helpless to watch the problems facing the antique market here? Can we only look at this antique market because things like this keep declining?"

Sun Mengyan was silent for a long time before finally speaking.