God Level Golden Eye

Jiang Guangming was very shocked and found that all these people came to Song Yun to sell antiques. If there are only a few people, there is no problem. The point is that there are more than fifty people in a long queue, and more importantly, the elevator door. When you open it from time to time, someone will come out immediately, carrying the box in your hand. This means that people will only come in a steady stream. What I see now is only 50 people. God knows how many people have sold antiques. Song Yun, and God knows how many people will continue to come to Song Yun.

"It is absolutely impossible for things like this to continue, I have to stop it."

Jiang Guangming looked at more and more people. If he didn't stop this incident, Song Yun would definitely buy a lot of antiques here.

Jiang Guangming has a very big name. There is hardly anyone who plays antique collection that he doesn't know. Many people said hello when he walked over.

Jiang Guangming was in no mood at all at this time, and his face was cold, and he didn't even nod his head when others greeted him.

"what happened?"

"What happened?"

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"Ms. Jiang came here to find Song Yun, right?!"

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"Could it be said that Teacher Jiang and Song Yun have a holiday??!"

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The people in the line talked a lot. No one left. One was of course curiosity. Another more important thing was that everyone came here to sell antiques. Regardless of whether Jiang Guangming and Song Yun had a holiday, that’s also It's just that the matter between Jiang Guangming and Song Yun has nothing to do with others.

Jiang Guangming walked in through the open door and saw it right away. Song Yun was sitting behind the sofa. I was holding an antique inside. There were a lot of boxes in a corner next to him. Needless to say, they were all. There should be at least a hundred and dozens of antiques that have been thinned down.

Jiang Guangming couldn't help but rushed to his forehead again, took a deep breath, and pressed it down hard.

"Song Yun!"

Jiang Guangming waited for a while and found that Song Yun didn't say hello to himself, and there was no other way but to speak first.

"what?!"

"Mr. Jiang, when did you come?!"

"I'm really sorry, I'm a bit too busy, I didn't notice that you are here!"

Song Yun did not notice when Jiang Guangming came in. There were too many people who came to sell antiques. He had to hurry up, otherwise there would only be more and more people behind. I don't know when Jiang Guangming walked in.

"Hahaha!"

"Hahaha!"

"It's really busy, I'm watching it!"

Jiang Guangming didn't smile. The busier Song Yun was, the more he felt like a knife. These antiques should have been left in the local antique market, but now they are all bought by Song Yun and flowed into the antique market in Ninghua City.

"Mr. Jiang, do you have anything to do with me?"

"If you need to talk to me in detail, you might have to wait a while. As you can see, I am too busy here. I don’t have time at all for a while. People outside are all early in the morning. Come here, I'm really embarrassed to keep them waiting."

Song Yun sat behind the sofa and didn't move. The embarrassed expression on his face was flawless, and he couldn't see anything at all.

Deng Xiaolan saw Song Yun like this, and almost broke his belly with a smile, but on the surface, he had to endure it. It was too uncomfortable. You must know that Song Yun was deliberately pretending to be confused.

"Hahaha!"

"Hahaha!"

"It doesn't matter if I wait a while!"

Jiang Guangming can only say that.

"Deng Xiaolan, you pour a glass of water for Mr. Jiang."

While speaking, Song Yun pointed to a sofa in another place.

Jiang Guangming became angry again. He said that just now, just to be polite, using the cloud to actually let himself wait beside him, his status in the antique collection circle is very high, and he never waits for others. He wanted to turn around and leave now, but thought that the goal had not been achieved yet. There was no other way but to endure it. He followed Deng Xiaolan to the sofa in the corner and sat down.

Deng Xiaolan poured a glass of water for Jiang Guangming and immediately returned to Song Yun's side.

"Do you really make Jiang Guangming wait there?!"

Deng Xiaolan whispered to Song Yun.

"There are so many people out there, there must be someone who comes first, right?"

Song Yun waved his hand indifferently.

Deng Xiaolan said nothing at this time, and continued to cooperate with Song Yun to collect antiques.