God Level Golden Eye

Its daybreak.

After Song Yun got up, he slowly washed his face and brushed his teeth, ate breakfast slowly, and drove slowly to the Jumbo Pavilion. In a city with extremely fast pace, it is definitely a blessing to be able to live such a slow-paced life.

When Song Yun got out of the car, he saw that the door of Zhenbao Pavilion had been opened, and Deng Xiaolan was already busy answering the phone there.

Song Yun walked over and glanced at the notebook that Deng Xiaolan placed on the table, and found that the name and contact number recorded on it, including the request for antiques, etc., were getting longer and longer.

"Why are there so many rich people in this world?"

"Millions and tens of millions of antiques are going crazy!"

Song Yun shook his head straight, Zhenbao Pavilion's voice was very calm, on the contrary, it became more and more popular.

After Deng Xiaolan answered a call, she raised her head to see the bitter melon-like expression on Song Yun's face and couldn't help laughing.

"Others are eager for a better business, but you complained that the business is too good, don't you say that you have money and don't want to make a profit?!"

Deng Xiaolan felt that Song Yun was so funny that she even disliked the good business in her store.

"Of course there is no problem with good business. Everyone loves money. Of course I hope to make more money. But after receiving so many commissions, God knows when it will be completed. I don't like the feeling of debt. debt."

Song Yun really didn't like this feeling. It seemed that he had no choice at all. Zhenbao Pavilion was now well-known and there were too many people calling.

"I think you and Sister Tang should work harder and find more antiques. If this goes on, we really don't know when and how long we will be able to complete these commissioned tasks."

Deng Xiaolan was also a little worried, the book she had recorded has become thicker and thicker.

Song Yun nodded. He knew that what Deng Xiaolan said was not wrong. If this continues, it is really incredible. He and Tang Miaomiao must work harder and definitely not be able to live like a salted fish.

"After two days, I will go out with preparations. I have to find a thousand or hundreds of antiques to come back."

Song Yun knew that it had to be done like this. The ancient terminus owed by the treasure pavilion had been increasing.

"Song Yun, what are you talking about?!"

"Where are the thousands and hundreds of antiques?!"

Tang Miaomiao walked in from outside and was hearing the latter sentence.

Song Yun briefly talked about the matter. Tang Miaomiao's face suddenly collapsed when she heard this. She picked up the notebook in front of Deng Xiaolan and turned it over to make her face even more ugly.

"No way?!"

"With just such a little time, you have accumulated so much antique commission business?"

Tang Miaomiao opened his eyes wide, with an incredible expression on his face.

"Who said no?"

"This can only be blamed on too many rich people in this world!"

"Sister Tang, I think we have to make some restrictions on the entrusted business, for example, for the antique business under 5 million, we will not accept it. There are too many now, and there is a feeling that it cannot be completed. ."

Song Yun scratched his own hair, which made people increasingly distressed.

Tang Miaomiao's heart moved. Song Yun said this was a solution to the problem, but then shook his head.

"This is of course much more convenient for us, and the business volume has also been reduced a lot, but if we really do this, it will still have a certain impact on our reputation and reputation."

Tang Miaomiao was very worried about such a thing.

"We still have to go out in two days to see where we can find a lot of antiques."

Song Yun didn’t talk about price limit anymore. He just said casually. Tang Miaomiao was right. Once this kind of thing is done, it will have a great impact on the reputation of Zhenbao Pavilion. This will not work, the only thing is The way is to see if you can find a large number of antiques.

"How did you two forget everything you arranged?"

"Isn't there a ready-made place?!"

Song Yun and Tang Miaomiao turned their heads and found that Shen Xue was walking in from outside.