God Level Golden Eye

Song Yun, Tang Miaomiao, Lin Huaiming, and Du Min were drinking tea, eating snacks, and chatting. Although they were not very familiar with each other, they were very harmonious.

"Boss Lin!"

"Where are you?"

A shout suddenly came from the door.

Song Yun looked up and found that there was a short fat man standing at the door. The hair on his forehead was about the same. He had a fat face and two small eyes. At first glance, he saw a person with a lot of ghost ideas in the legend.

Song Yun knew that this person was definitely not a good person, at least it was certain that he had a lot of ghost ideas. He looked at Lin Huaiming, who was sitting opposite, and found that his brow frowned, and the smile on his face disappeared immediately.

"what?"

"This is how the same thing?"

"Isn't this person Lin Huaiming's friend?"

"Why is it such an expression?"

Song Yun felt a little strange, but calmly, he felt that something must happen in a while.

Tang Miaomiao lowered her head and took a sip of tea. She felt something was wrong.

"This person is called Ma Guowei, this antique seller, you two must not listen to him for a while, anyway, no matter what you say, you just don't believe it."

Lin Huaiming lowered his voice suddenly and said a word.

Song Yun and Tang Miaomiao made it a bit, but Lin Huaiming didn't expect this sentence, and nodded softly without speaking.

Ma Guowei strode to Lin Huaiming.

"Mr. Du, you are here too!"

There was a smile on Ma Guowei's face, a very kind look.

"Oh!"

"Could it be that I can't come to this place yet?!"

Du Min spoke straight and straight, not at all polite.

"Hahaha!"

"Hahaha!"

"I didn't mean that. This is Lao Lin's shop, that is, your shop. Come if you want. I can't take care of this."

Ma Guowei smiled awkwardly.

"Humph!"

Du Min shook his head, stood up and turned around and left.

Song Yun and Tang Miaomiao both smiled in their hearts. Du Min is definitely a man of temperament in the legend. He who looks pleasing to the eye is naturally good like honey. There is absolutely no good face for those who are not pleasing to the eye. This is called Ma Guowei's is obviously the unpleasant one.

"Boss Lin, are you too extravagant?"

"Use antiques to earn snacks?!"

Ma Guowei glanced at the table and almost jumped up. Although it is not a particularly valuable antique, it costs one hundred and eighty thousand to say. If it is his own, it is definitely placed on the shelf as an ancestor. , Now what I saw turned out to be a daily use tool.

"Hahaha!"

"Hahaha!"

"The old woman thinks that using this thing as a snack is more refreshing."

"What can I do?"

"Even if I smashed everything in my shop, I can only recognize it!"

Lin Huaiming shook his head helplessly.

"Oh!"

"correct!"

"Boss Ma, do you have anything to do with me?"

"I have friends here to entertain. If you have nothing to do, I will invite you to have tea another day."

Lin Huaiming looked at Ma Guowei, and the meaning in the words was very obvious. He just liked the other party to get a little bit of fun.

"Hahaha!"

"Hahaha!"

"Boss Lin, since I'm here with you, of course there is something to do. Recently, a friend of mine bought some antiques. The things that came out of the real land are very good. I know you are playing antiques, so come and ask. Are you interested, if you are interested, go and see it tonight."

Ma Guowei's face is very thick. Although he can hear the meaning of Lin Huaiming's words, he pretends that he can't hear anything. He is very straightforward and directly speaks out his purpose.

"Oh?!"

"I am interested in antiques, but now the old lady in the house is tightly controlled. All the money is in his pocket. I want to buy it but can't buy it, so I don't want to see it!"

Lin Huaiming shook his head, not wanting to refuse directly.

Song Yun lowered his head to drink tea, but he was very strange in his heart. The Ma Guowei in front of him was obviously an old acquaintance with Lin Huaiming, and he was in a small place like the county seat. People who have been playing antiques for decades, even if they really don’t buy them, would definitely want to see them, but they would refuse without thinking about it. This must be weird.

Tang Miaomiao sat next to Song Yun. She had more experience. She also saw that it was wrong, but she didn't say anything. This is Lin Huaiming’s business, and it has nothing to do with herself or Song Yun. No matter what, look. Just watch.