God Level Golden Eye

"I don't want to do this kind of thing!"

"A lot of people crowded in front of me and asked me to identify antiques for them. Is this trying to exhaust me?!"

"Furthermore, just for such a short time, how can you see it accurately, and tell others if the antique is true or false, isn't it a deception?"

"I don't want to do something like this!"

Liao Ming shook his head and curled his mouth again, obviously disdainful of such an occasion.

"Oh?"

"Mr. Liao, I don't understand this. You don't look like a person who lacks money. If you don't like this kind of occasion, why do you come again?"

As Song Yun said, he glanced at the paper fan that Liao Ming was holding.

"Oh?"

"How do you tell that I am not short of money?"

Liao Ming looked at Song Yun a little strangely. The clothes he was wearing were all ordinary things. He really didn't quite understand where Song Yun had seen it.

"Isn't it easy?"

"With millions of fans in my hand, where can the poor go?"

Song Yun smiled and clicked on the paper fan that Liao Ming was holding.

Paper fans belong to the category of antique collections. The sketches of the study are all about this, but you must not underestimate the collections of this category. The top ones are tens of millions or even tens of millions. unambiguous.

Liao Ming is holding a paper fan of millions in his hand. The key is that he is really in the wind. There is no money in his pocket, so he doesn't dare to play like this. You must know that this is a fan made of bamboo and paper. It will be damaged if you use it. If you can ignore millions of things, it is impossible to be a person short of money.

Liao Ming was stunned.

The fan in his hand was indeed a good fan. Song Yuan didn't expect to see it at a glance. This is not that simple. You must know that the fan was swayed in his hand, and it was impossible to look at it.

"How did you see it?"

Liao Ming couldn't help but ask.

Song Yun smiled and didn't answer this sentence. This kind of thing couldn't be easier for him.

Liao Ming did not continue to ask questions. Song Yun would just say something like this, not say if he didn't want to. Everyone who played antiques had his own way, and it was impossible to tell anyone this kind of thing.

Song Yun and Liao Ming were chatting with each other, but at this time, Liao Ming didn't dare to look down on Song Yun anymore. He could not get started at all, and he could see how valuable the fan he was holding was just by anxious eyes. Millions, he asked himself if he had such a vision. In other words, the young man in front of him was not his age, he was definitely a veteran.

"correct!"

"Mr. Liao, you haven't said why you come to such an occasion?"

Song Yun patted his head. After asking this question, he forgot about the fan affairs.

"Humph!"

"I can't help it!"

"The old man Zhao Weijun said that there were not enough people, so I had to support the scene. If I knew this was the situation, I wouldn't come to kill me!"

Liao Ming showed dissatisfaction on his face.

Song Yun was happy. He was arrested to be a strong man like himself.

"Look at what's the result of this situation?"

"A few people who don’t have much eyesight at all, relying on a few fuss on the Internet, they become Internet celebrities and they are fooling others. Holding the antiques in their hands, they can know if they are true or not with a glance. This is bullshit. !"

"Antique identification is not about checking counterfeit banknotes. You will know it as soon as you pass it through the currency detector."

"This is typically fooling people!"

Liao Ming started to feel angry again as he spoke, obviously he was very uncomfortable with the situation before him.

"Mr. Liao, you don't need to be angry. Although the situation in front of you is a bit messy, you must admit that it is good for promoting antique collections!"

"With this premise, we can still bear some other things!"

"Antiquities collection is of course an activity of wealthy people in general, but without the participation of ordinary enthusiasts, then this thing will not go on."

"Ordinary antique lovers have no access to real expert appraisers. In fact, they have no money to ask expert appraisers to take their hands. They have very limited understanding of this circle. The combination of various factors has caused the present The situation we see is normal."

Song Yun saw that Liao Ming was like this and started to persuade him. Although the old man was not young, he was equally angry.

"what?"

"There is nothing wrong with what you said!"

"This is indeed the truth!"

"You look very transparent!"

Liao Ming pondered for a while and found that Song Yun's words were very reasonable. The truth is that, no matter which industry, the more people involved, the more prosperous it is. The same is true for antique collections. Another thing is for ordinary antique collectors. Because of time and money, I don’t know much about antiques. Except for the few connoisseurs of Internet celebrities, I don’t know anything at all. Now I finally came across an opportunity to catch it and identify the authenticity. No one can say for sure. It’s not that the more time, the more accurate you will be able to see. There is no 100% thing in the world, saying one thousand things and ten thousand things. The current situation is good for promoting antique collection. This is enough.

"Old man Liao, you have lived all your life. No young man can see this clearly."

Liao Ming looked back and found that Zhao Weijun didn't know when he was standing behind him, and Jian Yang heard what Song Yun just said.

"Humph!"

"If I had known that what you tossed out was something like this, I would definitely not come over!"

When Liao Ming saw Zhao Weijun, the anger on his face reappeared.

"I said you old man, don't get angry at every turn!"

"I'll introduce to you, this is Song Yun."

Zhao Weijun was right, Liao Ming pointed to Song Yun and introduced it immediately after one sentence.

"Does this still need your introduction?"

"The big name tags are on the table, don't I know how to read?"

Liao Ming didn't give Zhao Weijun any face.

"Liao Ming, I can tell you, don't think Song Yun is young, he is very capable, so even I can't match him!"

Zhao Weijun didn't care, what kind of character Liao Ming looked like, his old friend for many years was very clear about his upright character, and his words could kill his popularity.

"what?"

"Is it impossible?"

Liao Ming was a little dumbfounded at this moment. It was really unexpected that Zhao Weijun would say something like this. How could a young guy in his early twenties be more capable of identification than Zhao Weijun?