God Level Golden Eye

Song Yun, Tang Miaomiao and Gong Yangqiu returned to the hotel.

"This auction is really disappointing!"

Tang Miaomiao sat on the sofa and sighed. She had participated in many similar auctions before, and all of them had been reaped. This was the only time she returned empty-handed.

Ramqiu nodded. Tonight, he had great expectations, but the final result was really disappointing, but one advantage was that he didn't buy fakes.

"Miyamoto, who spent 350 million to buy the painting of Tang Bohu, must regret that he wanted to commit suicide by jumping off the building after knowing the truth."

Tang Miaomiao remembered that he had received Luo Hua's message on the way back, saying that he wanted a photo of the original painting in Song Yun's hand. Needless to say, he must have met the person who bought the painting.

When Gong Yangqiu heard Tang Miaomiao say this, he couldn’t help but laugh. Miyamoto was also a very famous antique buyer in the circle. In the past ten years, he spent a lot of money to buy a lot of Chinese antiques. So much so that he has gained a reputation, known as Huaxia Antiques. This incident tonight is undoubtedly a huge blow to him. It is not only as simple as 350 million, but more importantly, people will doubt him before. Whether the antiques he bought are all fake, at least a considerable part of them are fake, this kind of psychological suggestion is very fatal, and it directly affects the antiques he sells. From then on, it is very difficult to sell antiques for cash.

"It won't take long for this matter to spread in the circle, Luo Hua will not let go of this opportunity."

Gong Yangqiu is very aware of the grievances between Luo Hua and Miyamoto. There is no reason to let go of such a good opportunity to hit the other side.

Song Yun couldn’t help but sigh, the antique collection circle, standing outside the door, is very glamorous. Every day is playing with antiques, drinking tea can make a lot of money, full of literature and art, in fact, it is far from simple. An antique can cost one hundred and several hundred thousand at every turn. The expensive ones have no edge at all. More importantly, if you miss one time, you will not only lose money, but your reputation will also go bankrupt. The antiques in your hand want to be sold. It's very difficult. Even if you can sell it, others will take the opportunity to lower the price. The loss is not a little bit. This is the most terrible thing.

Be careful!

Walking on thin ice!

Song Yun warned himself that he must not be overwhelmed, even if he has supernatural powers, he must be very careful, otherwise, if he stepped on a landmine, he would be crushed and lost. This is definitely not a joke. Bo is a lesson.

Tang Miaomiao's cell phone rang suddenly, and when he looked down, Luo Hua sent a message, the transfer information, the amount was 2 million, saying that it was an appraisal fee from Miyamoto.

Tang Miaomiao changed hands and transferred the money to Song Yun.

Song Yun was not polite and accepted it directly.

"Please earn money for travelling abroad!"

Song Yun is in a very good mood. He has money to collect, no matter how much it is, it will make people very happy. Not to mention that this is 2 million. It is definitely not as simple as casual pocket money, not to mention that this money is falling from the sky. Pie, I didn't expect it at all, it was even more pleasant.

"Miyamoto already knew that the painting was fake!"

"Now that this matter has spread, it must be the news spread by Luo Hua!"

"Miyamoto is over this time!"

Tang Miaomiao lowered his head and swiped his phone. Luo Hua received the appraisal fee. He clearly told Miyamoto the truth of the matter. The news that Miyamoto bought fake paintings in the collection group has already caused frantic discussions. In a short time, all people will know that 350 million is definitely not a small number. The sensation it caused is simply earth-shattering.

"This time the auction was too short and there were too few things. I didn't understand what was going on before. Now it seems that it might be a special bureau set up specifically to sell that fake Tang Bohu painting. It is Miyamoto in all likelihood. He must know that Miyamoto wanted that painting very much. He dug a hole specially, and Miyamoto really jumped in."

Tang Miaomiao suddenly had an idea and thought of this possibility.

"Can spend so much money, Miyamoto is not an ordinary person, there must be his own contacts in the collection circle, can't I ask for an explanation about this matter?"

Song Yun is a little strange. Antique trading, you’re willing to accept it, whether you buy fakes or not, you have to admit it, but this is just an ordinary rule. For those who are capable, the rules can naturally be changed. There is always a way to solve the problem and let it be collected. The person who has the money will spit it out, unless the person is a gangster and disappears after selling the thing. There is nothing to say if no one is found, but the auction tonight is definitely not the first time, and it is unlikely that it will be the last Once held, there is no situation where no one can be found. Miyamoto regrets finding someone to settle the account. This is extremely possible. With his human and material resources, it should not be too difficult to do this.

"Just him?"

"I dare not let out a fart!"

"Song Yun, what you said is right. This Miyamoto does have his own contacts in the circle, and he has a lot of money in his hands, but those who can really afford antiques, especially those who play high-end routes, have no money. People who don’t have their own connections, let alone dare to hold such auctions, are people with huge backgrounds. Miyamoto is an incredible figure in the eyes of ordinary people, but in the eyes of many people. But it's a good buyer. To put it bluntly, it is a money bag. If you have the ability and enough vision, naturally no one dares to pit it, but if your eyes are blind, then no one can blame others!"

Tang Miaomiao curled his mouth, not putting Miyamoto in his eyes.

Song Yun had nothing to say and couldn't refute it at all.

What Tang Miaomiao said was true. People who dare to pit 350 million people are definitely not good people.

"Antiquities trading, one willing to fight, one willing to endure, even if it is a pit, even if you buy a fake, there is no way, this is the basic rule, you must bear the loss of the punch, otherwise, how about it? Isn't it that people who sell antiques will come and ask for it when someone else picks up the leak?"

"Antiquities trading has its own particularities. This is a rule that everyone must maintain."

"Miyamoto, if he wants to make trouble, no one will stand by his side. If he really does something like this, don’t even think about getting involved in this circle anymore. No one will be willing to sell antiques to him. he."

Ram Qiu was drinking tea, and he said slowly over the years.

Song Yun returned to his room, took a shower, and was lying on the bed but couldn't sleep for a while.

350 million!

This is really an astronomical number!

Buying a painting is definitely a big deal!

The only thing I bought was a fake, turned into a piece of waste paper!

"The risk is great!"

"If you are not careful, you will really die without a burial place!"

Song Yun stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out, there seemed to be a sea of ​​burning lights under his feet, and it was as prosperous as a paradise on earth. However, in his eyes, at this moment, he doesn't know how many people are as lost as Miyamoto. People are going crazy.

Tang Miaomiao said just now that Miyamoto had been sent to the hospital, which was obviously caused by this miss.

Song Yun couldn't help thinking of the upcoming auction. Although Gong Yangqiu didn't say anything, he must have already prepared far more than 350 million yuan. This is definitely a gamble. If you look at the money, it will be lost.

Will this happen?

One of the most famous auctions in the world, will fakes be auctioned?

No one can guarantee this kind of thing!

Things are clearly placed there, depending on personal vision.

One is willing to fight, the other is willing to suffer.

At the auction that will start recently, Ramqiu, no matter how much money is spent, as long as the item is bought, even if the item is fake, he can only break his teeth and swallow it in his stomach. There is no way. Even if she is the boss of the world's top 500 group, she has amazing wealth and power, but she can only recognize it.

"There can be no mistakes!"

"There must be no mistakes!"

Song Yun clenched his fist tightly and vowed secretly.