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Xie Feng looked at the Yuanqinghua Datang Shengshi Picture Jar placed in front of him, and sat motionless.

"It's been an hour!"

"It's been an hour!"

"Looks like we'll be able to sit for another hour if we don't call him!"

Zhu Deyuan was drinking tea and looked at Xie Feng who was not far away. After Yuan Qinghua was put out, he kept watching, and he didn't care about anything else.

"Xie Feng has always wanted to get an incredible antique and put it up for auction in an auction company. The Yuan Qinghua character story jar is undoubtedly the best choice. Now that he sees it, he can't get it. It's not surprising that he is enchanted."

Han Xue was holding the teacup, she was very aware of Xie Feng's thoughts.

"Song Yun, is it true that the big jar can't be auctioned this time?!"

"Didn't you once say that you don't want to collect antiques?!"

"If that's the case, I mean, if you really want to sell this jar, why don't you hand it over to our auction company for auction?!"

Han Xue looked at Song Yun, she clearly remembered what she had said before.

Song Yun knew that Han Xue hoped that he could hand over the Yuanqinghua Datang Shengshi picture jar to the auction company for auction.

"This is impossible!"

"Xie Feng told me about this before, and in the end he was forced to give up!"

Song Yun shook his head.

"what?!"

"It's impossible, right?!"

"How could Xie Feng give up?!"

Han Xue didn't understand what Song Yun meant.

"The sale of antiques, especially the sale of antiques of a certain level, is not that simple. There is no problem in leaving it in my hands, but if you want to sell it, that is another matter!"

Tang Miaomiao inserted a sentence to explain.

As soon as Han Xue heard this, she immediately understood that she really cares and messes up. How could she even forget this? Antiques trading is not as casual as people think. There are all kinds of rules. The more valuable antiques are. , the greater the constraints, the Yuanqinghua Datang Prosperity Picture Jar, not to mention the public auction, even if it is sold privately, it will take a lot of effort. In short, it is no problem to stay in Song Yun's hands. Once you change hands, you will get into big trouble right away.

Xie Feng finally left, and Han Xue followed. Only Song Yun, Tang Miaomiao and Zhu Deyuan were left in the Treasure Pavilion.

"what?!"

"Old Zhu, why don't you leave? Are you still waiting for me to invite you to a late-night snack?!"

Seeing that Zhu Deyuan had been drinking tea, Song Yun had no intention of leaving at all.

"Did you find something, kid?!"

"Speak and listen!"

Zhu Deyuan looked at Song Yun with a smile.

"what?!"

"No way?!"

"You can see that?!"

Song Yun was a little dumbfounded. He did find something. This was the fundamental reason why he went to Luo Yuan to look at antiques. Otherwise, a fool would waste his time knowing that they were fake antiques.

"Tell me!"

"What did you find?!"

"Just a hairy boy like you, you can't hide anything on your mind, and you can't even see it!"

Zhu Deyuan lifted Erlang's legs proudly.

"The case of Jiang Mengyao, do you still remember it?!"

"The Yuanqinghua in Luo Yuan's hand is very similar to those antiques seized by Jiang Mengyao."

Song Yun didn't really want to talk about this in front of Zhu Deyuan, and planned to talk to Tang Miaomiao later, but Zhu Deyuan was so curious that it would be okay to tell him.

"what?!"

"you sure?"

Zhu Deyuan originally thought that Song Yun had found some good antiques in Guo Chunhua, but he didn't expect it to be such a thing, and was a little dumbfounded.

Song Yun didn't speak, just nodded.

"Could it be from the same person again?!"

Tang Miaomiao was making tea, and when Song Yun said this, she immediately stopped.

"This can only be said to be possible, whether it is true or not, no one knows!"

It was impossible for Song Yun to have obtained such a thing for sure. He just deduced some things from these high-quality imitations, without any real evidence.

After sitting for a while, Zhu Deyuan left. When he left, he was in a hurry and was very serious. He didn't know what to think.

Song Yun noticed this and wanted to ask, but finally gave up the idea. No matter what it was, if Zhu Deyuan wanted to say it, he would say it. If he didn't want to say himself, there was no need to ask.

The tea in front of Tang Miaomiao was already cold, and she didn't have the heart to drink it.

Song Yun sighed, knowing what was going on, and simply asked Tang Miaomiao to call Jiang Mengyao.