God Level Golden Eye

Song Yun stood up, walked to the edge of the table, and took a closer look, and found a small pig-red seal on it. The seal was "Jin Lishan Tibetan Scripture Paper".

"Mr. Fang, do you still have this kind of thing in your hands?"

"If there is any, I will give you 800,000 yuan for each such scroll. Still the sentence I just said, the price I offer is definitely the highest in the entire antique market."

Song Yun offered a price based on the strength of the white light. He didn't pit him. Unless he met someone he liked very much, the market price should be 900,000.

Fang Wu laughed. In the past few days, he went to a lot of antique shops, and even the auction company. The highest price offered was only 500,000. Song Yun gave him 900,000 here. He was very satisfied.

"If you still have it, the more the quantity, the higher the price I will give you."

"If there are 10 reels, I will give you 10 reels, and I will give you 1 million reels."

"For every additional 10 reels, the unit price increases by 10%."

Song Yun knew very well that the blank scrolls in front of him were different from ordinary antiques. The more antiques in general, the lower the price, but the more scrolls, the higher the price.

"what?!"

"why?"

"Don't the more things make the price lower?"

Fang Wu was confused. Although he wasn't a collector of antiques, he still understood the truth about rare things. Song Yun's algorithm really didn't understand.

"Mr. Fang, I will not hide it from you, what can you do with blank paper like you if there is only one scroll?"

"Naturally the more the better!"

Song Yun explained with a smile.

Fang Wu thought for a while, but still didn't understand, but he didn't care about this. The most important thing was to sell the things in his hands for a good price.

"Boss Song, I think the price is a bit low."

Fang Wu shook his head.

"Mr. Fang, I really don’t. I want to make much money from you. I just said that the price I offer is definitely the highest in the entire antique market. This is absolutely certain. If you can find it elsewhere If I can find a higher offer, I am willing to buy it at twice the price."

"what do you think?"

Song Yun looked at Fang Wu with a smile, and wanted more money. This is normal, nothing strange. Doing business is just asking for the price to pay back.

Old Fang Wu blushed.

"Mr. Fang, you must have gone to many places. You already know what prices others charge."

"Or else, I've already made a price, how about you make it back?"

Song Yun said as he picked up the teacup and poured a cup of tea for Fang Wu.

"1000000"

"The starting price of a reel is 1 million."

"If I have more, just follow the method you just said. The price of every 10 individual reels will increase by 10%."

Fang Wu thought for a while and made a decision.

Song Yun considered it for a while and nodded in agreement. Although the price was a bit high, it was still within the range of being able to bear it.

"Mr. Fang, the biggest question now is, how many scrolls do you have?"

Song Yun knew that Fang Wu must have a lot in his hands. Otherwise, it would be impossible to specifically emphasize that every 10 items would increase by 10%. What was a little curious about how many?

"I didn't bring all of them, they are all at home. Wait for me, I will bring everything back."

Fang Wu blushed, and there was a scroll like a cupboard in his house, and dozens of them were always there, so if you count it down, it's a lot of money.

Song Yun immediately locked the door of Treasure Pavilion and drove straight to Fang Wu's house. When he arrived, he found that it was an old community with only five or six stories high and poor greening. A place like this 20 years ago It is very popular, and it must now belong to the scope of the transformation of the old city.

Song Yun followed Fang Wu into a room. There was a cabinet close to the wall that was not too high. After opening the cabinet door, it was filled with scrolls. At first glance, dozens of them would not escape.

Fang Wu took out all the scrolls, placed them on the ground, and counted them three times. There were exactly 80 in total.

Fang Wu didn't worry, he took Song Yun to sign the contract first, but he refused to accept the mobile bank transfer. He took Song Yun to the bank to help you with the transfer procedures. It was already two hours after everything was properly processed.

Song Yun had no objection and was very cooperative. The elderly always have this kind of worry and kind of worry, 80 scrolls, more than 10 million, which is definitely a huge sum of money for ordinary people.

Song Yun sent Fang Wu back home and asked about it on the way, but was disappointed to find that Fang Wu didn't know how there was something like this in his home. He originally thought that if there was a source, he would look for it. See if you can find more, now the clues are broken, there is no way but to give up.

Song Yun returned to the Treasure Pavilion and found Tang Miaomiao’s Ferrari stopped at the door of the store. When he went in, Tang Miaomiao was sitting on the sofa drinking tea, frowning, his face was very solemn and very depressed. Look like.

"Sister Tang, there is no gain?"

Song Yun looked at Tang Miaomiao and knew that this time he would have nothing to go out to collect antiques.

Tang Miaomiao sighed and nodded, without thinking about words, lowered his head and drank tea in a dull voice.

Song Yun really couldn't laugh or cry. Good business is also a very headache. When there is nothing to sell, this situation is really painful and happy.

Tang Miaomiao remained silent for a while, and finally adjusted his mood.

"Where did you go?"

Tang Miaomiao knew Song Yun's character very well, and since he had agreed that there was nothing particularly important about seeing the store here, he would never leave.

"I went to collect something!"

Song Yun sat down and drank a large cup of tea. This tossing took a lot of time, mainly due to the transfer of money at the bank, which wasted too much, and there was no time to drink water.

Collect things?

Tang Miaomiao froze for a moment, and suddenly realized that the collection of things in the antique shop was collecting antiques. Could it be that Song Yun went out to collect antiques?

"Song Yun, what is going on?"

"You just went out to collect antiques?"

"Did I hear it wrong?"

Tang Miaomiao is full of desire for antiques now, and will not let it go even if there is a chance. While talking, he looked left and right, and didn't see anything.