God Level Golden Eye

Jiang Mengyao's eyes were scraped around Song Yun's body like a knife.

Is this person very good?

Why did Tang Miaomiao say this?

Jiang Mengyao discovered that Song Yun had just walked over. Zhu Deyuan and Xu Desheng had squatted on the ground, but stood up. Although this movement was very inconspicuous, it revealed respect for a person.

Zhu Deyuan and Xu Desheng’s status in the antique collection circle is very high, not only their age, but more importantly, their vision is very vicious. As Tang Miaomiao’s good friends, Jiang Mengyao knows this very well, which makes her feel more strange.

"Tang Miaomiao, Mr. Zhu and Mr. Xu seem to respect Song Yun very much, what's wrong?!"

Jiang Mengyao is really strange.

"If you pick it up every day, for example, if you pick up a piece of bloodstone and spend 100,000 yuan, and in the end, the fastest bloodstone can be sold at least 500 million, or even 1.5 billion, you will also be respected by others."

Jiang Mengyao was dumbfounded.

5 billion?

15 billion?

Jiang Mengyao felt that these numbers were rolling in his mind like a thunder, and it took a long time to slowly recover. She couldn't help but walked over and stood beside Song Yun to see how to identify antiques. He could get Zhu Deyuan and Zhu Deyuan. People recognized by Xu Desheng, especially considering their age, this is really incredible.

"Song Yun, what do you think of these antiques?!"

Zhu Deyuan frowned, his old face was serious, he had seen a few antiques just now, and he was a little undecided.

"Song Yun, the two of us think these antiques are very credible!"

Xu Desheng wiped his mouth, feeling a little pain in his brain. He has been appraising antiques for a lifetime. He has rich experience. In many cases, he doesn’t need instructions to look at it. You can know the result after just a few glances. The antiques in front of you are pretty good. It feels all true, but according to Du Chong's introduction, these antiques can't be real, at least most of them can't be real. After such consideration, they hesitate and dare not make a conclusion.

"Mr. Xu, what do you mean by this?"

"High credibility?!"

"Does it mean these antiques are real?!"

Du Chong stood by and couldn't help but ask when hearing Xu Desheng's words.

"In theory, this is true!"

"Until now, I haven't found anything wrong!"

"However, the identification of antiques is a very complicated matter, especially if you encounter high imitations. The so-called high imitations refer to antiques with a relatively high degree of counterfeiting, which requires a lot of time."

Xu Desheng nodded. Now he really can't see what's wrong with the antiques in front of him. If he has to say that he has to have it, it just feels a bit wrong, but this is just a feeling or intuition, which is not true.

"Is there no way to be 100% sure now?"

When Du Chong heard Xu Desheng's words like this, he felt a little bit in his heart. What he lacks most now is time, and he simply can't wait to make the assessment slowly.

"Yes!"

"There are so many antiques here, it takes a lot of time to be able to identify!"

"Whether it's us or you looking for someone else, if you need a positive conclusion, you must have enough time. If you are to appraise all the antiques here, it will take at least two months!"

Xu Desheng estimated that if the antiques in front of him were to be identified, it would take at least two months.

"No way!"

"We can't wait!"

"Two months is too long!"

"Mr. Xu, I didn’t say this to you. I’m really sorry, but if it’s such a long time, if the antiques in front of you are real, it’s okay to say, if it turns out to be fake in the end, the ones that slipped through the net Several people have already sold the antiques, and we can't get them back!"

Du Chong was really anxious this time, and he spoke quickly and anxiously, like a machine gun.

Xu Desheng frowned. The tone of this speech was too unsuitable, but he didn't say anything. The fact is that it really takes so much time.

"Song Yun, what do you think of these antiques?!"

Zhu Deyuan ignored Du Chong and Xu Desheng, reaching out and clicking on dozens of antiques placed on the ground.

"What's so good about this?!"

"It's all rags!"

"Throw it all away!"

Song Yun shook his head directly. These antiques are all look good. You can tell by just a glance when you come in. You don't need to hesitate at all. Not to mention the strong white light, there is no light at all. What is great is some high imitations. Of course, this high imitation should be a master. As a result, otherwise, it is impossible to win old foxes like Zhu Deyuan and Xu Desheng.

"It's all fake?!"

"you sure?!"

When Du Chong heard this, he turned around and stared at Song Yun.

"Fake! Of course they are fake!" Song Yun spread his hands, "These antiques are all fake."