God Level Golden Eye

"Do you have a brain problem?"

"I have already offered a higher price, why do you insist on selling it to him for 3,000 yuan?"

Cao Dongshan almost jumped up in a hurry and yelled at Song Yun. He regretted it very much. It would be fine if he had known it for 3000 yuan.

Zhang Peng did not speak, but looked at Song Yun.

"Song Yun, how much do you think this small bowl is worth?"

Tang Miaomiao glanced at the small bowl in his hand.

"600000!"

"I think 600,000 is a good price!"

Song Yun had already estimated the price, and Tang Miaomiao asked immediately.

600000?

This is how the same thing?

This little bowl of yours is worth 600,000?

Isn't it a mistake?

Zhang Peng was dumbfounded, unable to react at all, never expected that his small bowl was worth so much money.

"Song Yun, I think what you said is not wrong, this small bowl is indeed worth so much money."

"Jumbo Pavilion collects antiques at market prices. If this is the case, then we will spend 600,000 yuan to buy this small bowl. What do you think?"

Tang Miaomiao nodded. Song Yun's vision was really incredible. He was very accurate. Such a small bowl was once auctioned, and the final price was in the early half of 500,000 yuan. A few years have passed. It's normal.

"No way?"

"Am I wrong?"

"A humble bowl like this is worth 600,000?"

"Is it impossible?"

...

"impossible?"

"How dare you say it's impossible?"

"Do you know who these two people are? Song Yun and Tang Miaomiao, Tang Miaomiao will not talk about it. This is the beauty appraiser in our antique market, the master among the masters, and the treasure pavilion is his store. Song Yun is even more serious. Picking up a leak is as simple as drinking water. He said that this small bowl is worth 600,000, and it is definitely worth the money!"

...

"This kind of thing can't be faked!"

"Have you heard that Tang Miaomiao has already said that he wants 600,000 yuan to buy this small bowl?"

...

"It's weird!"

"Even if this small bowl is really worth so much money, the stall owner can't tell it clearly, don't you need to give it the price?"

"The stall owner just made a price of 3,000 yuan. As long as Song Yun nodded, he would immediately make a deal and make a good profit."

...

"What do you know?"

"Jumbo Pavilion collects antiques at market prices. When you arrive at this stall, if you pick it up, it will not be a glorious thing after it is passed out.

"Song Yun and Tang Miaomiao's Treasure Pavilion, there is no need to make money in this way!"

...

"I think this stall owner moved Song Yun and Tang Miaomiao."

"That's right! The stall owner is an honest person. Even if someone pays a higher price, he still adheres to the rules of the antique shop. He opened his mouth for 3,000 yuan, and he still has to ask Song Yun if he is willing to buy it."

"There are too few people like this now!"

"Song Yun and Tang Miaomiao saw this, how could they bear to pick up from such an honest man."

...

People who watched the excitement talked a lot, and never expected such a change in the plot.

"impossible!"

"You lie!"

"How could this little bowl be worth so much?"

"Don't fool around with people!"

Cao Dongshan's face changed drastically, and he didn't expect such a thing to happen. In his opinion, even if the young men and women in front of him could see that this small bowl was valuable, it would not be possible to say it. Now something happened. Such a change.

regret!

Cao Dongshan regrets now that he wants to jump off the building.

3000 yuan!

Why didn't you buy this small bowl for 3,000 yuan before?

If I was not so greedy at the time and had to keep the price down, no one would take this small bowl in his pocket.

"Not worth so much money?"

"Which eye do you see clearly, dare you say that this time the small bowl is not worth so much money?"

Song Yun turned his head to look at Cao Dongshan, sneered, this was just being exposed by himself.

Cao Dongshan dared not look at Song Yun.

"Boss Zhang, this kid is making trouble!"

"You know how much this small bowl is worth, but I leave it here, 5000 yuan, if you want, this money is yours."

"Don't listen to this kid fooling around!"

"It is meaningless to say how much this small bowl is worth. Do you think he is willing to pay 600,000?"

"I advise you to sell me this small bowl honestly!"

"The money you can get is money!"

Cao Dongshan watched Zhang Peng persuade him.

Song Yunle, the person in front of him is really good at talking, completely disregarding the facts and turning black and white. Tang Miaomiao has already said that he is willing to buy this small bowl for 600,000 yuan. This person can say such a thing in his mouth. This principle is indeed a talent in a sense.

"If you want this small bowl, you have to pay a price higher than the 600,000 I opened. In fact, you know very well that even if you buy 700,000, you can still make a little profit. You don’t want to give out 700,000, then this small bowl is mine!"

Song Yun smiled and pointed at the small bowl in Tang Miaomiao's hand.

Cao Dongshan was stunned. He was speechless. He was actually an appraiser of an auction company. He knew that Song Yun was not wrong at all. If the small bowl in front of him was bought for 700,000 yuan, he could still make a little profit. Three to fifty thousand is certainly no problem, one hundred to eighty thousand is equally possible.

Should I buy it or not?

Cao Dongshan couldn't make up his mind for a while.