God Level Golden Eye

"How much are you willing to pay?"

Xia Dong had a sullen face, wishing to slap Song Yun fiercely. He had never encountered such a tricky person.

"4.5 million!"

"I have already said that at this price, a penny is not a lot, and a penny is a lot. If you are willing to sell it, sell it to me. If you don't want to sell it to me, take your antiques and leave quickly! "

Song Yun looked at Xia Dong. His current state of mind is very simple. It is a good thing to be able to buy the small plum bottle in Xia Dong's hand, but if you can't buy it, it doesn't matter. Of course it is a good thing to make a pair of antiques. If you don't make it together, the sky won't fall.

Xia Dongqi's face turned black and finally developed. Song Ming's words are simply that dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water. They bite a price and will not give up even half a step, which is really a headache.

"Not for sale!"

Xia Dong gritted his teeth severely, reached out and picked up the little plum bottle placed on the table, and immediately left Wang Li's antique shop.

Wang Li looked at Xia Dong's back and shook his head. He wanted to make money from people like Song Yun. This was really too much of his own strength.

"Mr. Song, to be honest, I think 13 million bought the bottle in Xia Dong's hand to make a pair. It is not too expensive. It is a bit higher than the market price but not too high. In fact, it is still acceptable."

Wang Li did feel a little regretful. Although the blue and white and Yangcai liukai Baizi Xiaomei bottle during the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty was not considered a peerless treasure, it was not too bad. After all, it was a thing of millions of pieces, not everywhere. Some Chinese cabbage.

"Boss Wang, what you said is actually correct, but people like me eat soft but not hard."

"If Xia Dong doesn't play tricks, just take a pair of plum bottles, don't say it is 15 million, even if it is an additional two or three million, I will give him."

"Dig a hole for me, want me to jump down, and finally found that I can't give up, but I can't blame me when a persimmon opens his mouth!"

"From the perspective of antique collection, the plum bottle in front of me is relatively niche. People who like it are far fewer than those who don't. I don't particularly like this kind of thing. After I buy it, I will sell it. Why bother To make people like Xia Dong ripped off, in fact, even if I like this plum bottle very much, I won't pay a high price."

"There are so many antiques in the world, and there are many in pairs. There is no need to tie them to a tree, right?"

Song Yun is not a collector of hobby. In his eyes, antiques are nothing more than commodities. They are bought for sale. In this way, you must pay attention to costs and profits. Xia Dong's wild asking prices are directly at a loss. It's impossible to accept such a thing.

Wang Li nodded thoughtfully. Song Ming was undoubtedly right. From another perspective, someone like Xia Dong must have someone teach him a lesson.

Xia Dong rushed out of the perfect antique shop and was arranged by Xia Yu on the corner of the street.

"what?"

"Brother, what's the matter?"

"Could it be that the plum bottle was not sold?"

Xia Yu took a look and found that Xia Dong had an angry face, the bag he was carrying in his hand was heavy, and it seemed that he was still holding the small bottle.

Xia Dong didn't speak, and walked forward with his head buried in his head, fast.

Xia Yu was unprepared for a while, and was pulled down five or six meters in a blink of an eye. There was no other way but to trot to catch up.

"what happened?"

"What exactly is going on?"

"what's going on?"

Xia Yu grabbed Xia Dong and asked what happened.

"Didn't you already guessed it?"

"Little plum bottles really haven't been sold!"

Xia Dong said badly.

"what?"

"How is this possible?"

"How could it not be sold?"

"That person named Song Yun has money, he already has one in his hand, he definitely wants the other to make a pair, there is no reason not to buy it!"

Xia Yu was a little dumbfounded. It was not the first time that he and Xia Dong used piles of antiques to dig pits to make money. They succeeded every time. This time they expected 100% to succeed. , But now it has been brutally defeated by Waterloo, I really don't understand.

Xia Dong sighed deeply and told the story again.

Xia Yu was absolutely stunned after listening, and never thought that the whole process would be so tortuous.

"Is it impossible?"

"How could this be?"

"It's totally unreasonable, right?"

"He doesn't want to buy 15 million?"

"Is there something wrong with the brain?"

Xia Yu said one sentence after another, but she couldn't understand it.

"Xia Yu, this time we really had a runaway!"

"The sturdy one!"

"This Song Yun is very difficult to deal with!"

Xia Dong sighed. He hasn't fully recovered until now. Song Yun didn't act according to common sense, and it was really impossible to resist.

"What shall we do now?"

"Could it be said that this little plum bottle fell in our hands?"

Xia Yu was very worried about this. When he bought this pair of blue and white Jiayang Cailiu and opened the Baizi Xiaomei bottle, it cost nearly 9 million. When the first one was sold, it was used for digging. Half buy and half free, only received. 2 million. In other words, the one in hand must be sold for at least 7 million in order to be able to pay back. If it cannot be sold at such a price, it can only be smashed in the hand, and there are only two final endings. One is that the antique stays in your hands, and you lose 7 million abruptly, or 7 million becomes a bad debt. The other way is of course to sell it cheaply, so that you can only lose a little less and make money.

"How to do?"

"Do you still need to think about this kind of thing?"

"We buy antiques to sell antiques, and we are playing with it to make money, not to collect. The little plum bottles must be sold!"

Xia Dong didn't even think about it, so he made a decision right away. This was an obvious matter and there was nothing to consider.

"Brother, it is certain to sell, but I am worried that I won't be able to sell the price!"

Xia Yu smiled bitterly. He didn't know that he had to sell it. The question was whether he could sell it at the price.

"what?"

"Can't sell the price?"

"What do you mean by this?"

Xia Dong couldn't react for a while.

Xia Yu briefly explained the truth.

Xia Dong's face changed drastically.

7 million?

What Xia Yu said was right, the blue and white plus Yang Cailiu Kai Baizi Xiaomei bottle in his hand could not be sold at this price. In other words, it was a loss!

"In fact, in my opinion, don't say it is 7 million, even 4.5 million cannot be sold!"

"Song Yun only needs to let out the wind and say that there is another small plum bottle in his hand. When others see us selling it, they will definitely cut the price!"

Xia Dong's face turned white again, this is definitely the legendary rooster stealing rice. This time the two brothers were scammed by others and burned.