God Level Golden Eye

Hotel.

Tang Miaomiao's presidential suite lobby.

Song Yun just answered a call.

"Who called?"

"whats the matter!?"

"Could it be that Ke Liang came from?"

Tang Miaomiao noticed that Song Yun looked a little serious after answering the call, and couldn't help being quite curious about who made the call just now.

"It's not Ke Liang, it's Luo Shuai, he called."

Song Yun shook his head. It was normal for Ke Liang to call. It was Luo Shuai who could not tell.

Luo Shuai is calling?

Tang Miaomiao was originally sitting on the sofa. Hearing Song Yun said that it was Luo Shuai's call, he instinctively sat up straight, frowning immediately.

"What did he say?"

Tang Miaomiao knew this was not good news.

"Said you wanted to invite me to dinner, I just refused!"

Song Yun knew what Luo Shuai wanted to say to himself. Inviting himself to dinner was just a pretense. The purpose was the big moon bottle. The drunken man didn't mean wine or it was a banquet. He didn't want to deal with Luo Shuai at all. Of course it is impossible to agree to eat.

"Song Yun, I remember you didn't give him your phone number?"

Tang Miaomiao frowned.

Song Yun nodded. Although he had met Luo Shuai twice, he did not give him his mobile phone number.

"Being prepared, I must have figured out some way to deal with us. It seems that it is impossible to give up, we have to take it, not the big moon bottle!"

Tang Miaomiao knew that this was definitely the case. Song Yun didn’t give Luo Shuai’s cell phone number. Now Luo Shuai called. This shows that he must have gotten it through other means. After spending such a thought, it must be purposeful. It was a meeting on the water, offering a meal, and also deliberately finding a phone number through other channels. It must be a plan.

"How to do?"

Shen Xue was a little nervous.

"What else can I do with this kind of thing?"

"It must be cold salad!"

Song Yun spread his hands, there is no possibility of compromise in this kind of thing.

"Shen Xue, you don't care about this kind of thing. Song Yun and I will handle it."

Tang Miaomiao knew that Shen Xue was very inexperienced in such matters.

Song Yun’s cell phone rang, and he glanced at it and found that it was indeed Luo Shuai who called again. He didn’t answer the call and hung up. After ten minutes, he called again and hung up again. The fourth time he called, he directly pulled into the black. The list is that simple and straightforward.

Song Yun, Tang Miaomiao, and Shen Xue didn’t talk about Luo Shuai’s affairs, as if this person did not exist at all, nor did he keep calling this matter, but everyone knew that this matter was absolutely impossible to be counted like this. After that, something else will definitely happen next, it's impossible for Luo Shuai to give up easily if he is close to one billion antiques.

Song Yun returned to his room and took a shower. He wanted to sleep, but he couldn't fall asleep while lying on the bed. Don't look at the light and windy clouds just now. In fact, he knew very well that this matter was troublesome.

Song Yun lay down for a while, just got up, walked to the window, opened the curtains and looked out. There was a light under his feet, which was as brilliant as a burning sea of ​​fire. Tianding, one of the most famous cities in China, had the same splendid night view. .

"Where is Luo Shuai now?"

"What kind of idea is Luo Shuai thinking?"

"What kind of trick will he use?"

Song Yun kept having such questions in his mind. There were many questions but none of them had answers.

Song Yun stood by the window. He didn't know how long he stood, and his feet were sore that he recovered.

Song Yun moved his body gently, patted his thigh a few times to speed up blood circulation, and suddenly felt a little funny. What's the worry about this kind of thing? Antique is in his hands, no matter what Luo Shuai's idea is. I was thinking about taking away the antique. This antique was taken from the auction in a serious manner. If you don’t steal it or steal it, even if something really goes wrong, it has nothing to do with yourself. Don't worry, it's that simple.

After Song Yun thought about this clearly, he threw the matter behind his head and stopped thinking about it. He fell asleep in the blink of an eye while lying on the bed.

Song Yun woke up when he got up, and found that it was only five o'clock in the morning when he got up. Tang Miaomiao and Shen Xue must have not been up at this time. After thinking about it, they went out and went to the street stall to eat something. The ghost city.

Song Yun has always felt that there must be something here in the ghost market, and there will be real good things. After several days of shopping, there is no gain, but he is unwilling to give up.

After Song Yun arrived in the ghost market, he found that there were many more people than in the previous few days. However, a large part of these people were tourists. The antique carnival obviously promoted the tourism industry. This is not surprising. Antiques Collections are very mysterious in the eyes of many people, high-end atmosphere and high-end, playing cultural fan, coupled with the connection with the leakage of money, tourists will be interested in it is normal.

Song Yun walked forward slowly, looking left and right, keeping an eye on the antiques on the various stalls, but after half an hour passed, there was no difference from the previous encounter, and there was still nothing to notice.

"Does it mean you have to go home empty-handed again today?"

Song Yun shook his head, really a bit unwilling, such a big ghost market, it's impossible to miss a single one.

The sun rose slowly, the sun pierced the clouds, shone on the person, and began to sweat.

Song Yun had no choice. It was not early, and he had not said it, so he could only give up.

Song Yun turned around and planned to return to the hotel to meet Tang Miaomiao and Shen Xue, and then he had to collect antiques.

"what!"

As soon as Song Yun turned around, he couldn't help but yelled, happiness came very suddenly, and a dazzling white light flashed on a small stall not far away.