Chapter 482 Little Fury

"I don't want to do such a thing!"

"A lot of people crowded in front of me and asked me to identify antiques for them. Are you trying to exhaust me?!"

"Besides, how can you see it in such a short amount of time, if you can't see it and tell others whether the antique is true or false, wouldn't that be deceiving?"

"I don't want to do something like this!"

Liao Ming shook his head and pouted at the same time, obviously disdain for such an occasion.

"Oh?"

"Mr. Liao, I don't understand this. You don't look like a person who is short of money. If you don't like such occasions, why are you here again?"

Song Yun said and glanced at the paper fan Liao Ming was holding in his hand.

"Oh?"

"How do you see that I'm not short of money?"

Liao Ming looked at Song Yun a little strangely, the clothes he was wearing were all very ordinary, and he really didn't quite understand where Song Yun saw it.

"Isn't that simple?"

"With millions of fans in hand, where can the poor go?"

Song Yun smiled and tapped the paper fan in Liao Ming's hand.

Paper fans belong to a category of antique collections. This is what the essays in the study say, but we must not underestimate this type of collections. The top ones cost millions, 30 million, or even tens of millions. unambiguous.

Liao Ming is holding a multi-million paper fan in his hand. The key is that he is really fanning the wind. He has no money in his pocket. He doesn't dare to play like this. If you use it, it will be damaged. If you can ignore millions of things, it is impossible to be a person who is short of money.

Liao Ming was stunned for a moment.

The one in my hand is indeed a good fan. I didn't expect Song Yuan to see it at a glance. It's not that simple. One must know that when the fan is held in his hand, it swaying for a while, so I can't see it at all.

"How did you see it?"

Liao Ming couldn't help but ask.

Song Yun smiled and did not answer this sentence, this kind of thing is really simple for him.

Liao Ming didn't continue to ask. Song Yun said things like this if he wanted to, but not if he didn't want to. Every person who plays antiques has his own way, and it is impossible to tell others about this kind of thing.

Song Yun and Liao Ming were chatting with each other, but at this time, Liao Ming no longer dared to underestimate Song Yun. Million, he asked himself if he had such eyesight. In other words, the young man in front of him was not like his age, he was definitely a veteran.

"correct!"

"Mr. Liao, you haven't said why you came to such an occasion?"

Song Yun patted his head. He asked this question just now, but he forgot about the fan.

"Humph!"

"I can't help it!"

"The old man Zhao Weijun said that there are not enough people, and he has to ask me to support the situation. If I knew the current situation, I would not come if I was killed!"

A dissatisfied look appeared on Liao Ming's face.

Song Yun was delighted. It turned out that he was caught as a strong man just like himself.

"Look at what this situation is all about?"

"A few people who don't have much eyesight at all, just by making a few noises on the Internet, they become Internet celebrities and they are fooling others. When you hold the antique in your hand, you can tell if it's true or not at a glance. This is bullshit. !"

"Antique identification is not a counterfeit banknote. You will know it as soon as you pass it through the banknote inspection machine."

"This is typical of fooling people!"

Liao Ming started to get a little angry again as he talked, obviously the situation in front of him was very uncomfortable.

"Mr. Liao, you don't need to be angry, although the situation in front of you is a bit messy, but one thing must be admitted, that is, it is good for promoting antique collections!"

"With this major premise, we can still tolerate some other things!"

"Antique collection is, of course, an activity of rich people in general, but if there are no ordinary enthusiasts involved, then this thing will not go on."

"Ordinary antique lovers have no access to real appraisers at all, and to put it bluntly, they don't have the money to ask appraisers to take care of themselves. They have very limited understanding of this circle, and various factors add up to cause the present What we're seeing is normal."

Seeing Liao Ming like this, Song Yun persuaded him. Although the old man was not young, he was equally angry.

"what?"

"You are absolutely right!"

"That's true!"

"You can see very clearly!"

Liao Ming pondered for a while and found that what Song Yun said was very reasonable. The fact is that, no matter which industry it is, the more people who participate, the more prosperous it is. The same is true for antique collection. The other is for ordinary antique collectors. , Due to time and money reasons, I know very little about antiques. Except for the few appraisers of the Internet celebrity, I don't know anything else at all. Now I finally encountered an opportunity. No one can tell anything, it is not that the more time there is, the more accurate it is. There are no 100% things in the world, say 10,000 and 10,000. The current situation is good for promoting antique collections. This is enough.

"Old man Liao, you have lived all your life, and no young man has seen this clearly."

Liao Ming looked back and found that Zhao Weijun was standing behind him at some point, and Jian Yang heard what Song Yun had just said.

"Humph!"

"If I had known that what you tossed out was something like this, I would definitely not have come here!"

When Liao Ming saw Zhao Weijun, the anger on his face reappeared.

"I said you old man, don't get angry at every turn!"

"Let me introduce you, this is Song Yun."

Zhao Weijun was right, and Liao Ming pointed to Song Yun and introduced it.

"Does this still need your introduction?"

"The big name brand is on the table, don't I know how to read?"

Liao Ming did not give Zhao Weijun any face at all.

"Liao Ming, I can tell you, don't look at Song Yun's youth, he is very capable, so even I can't compare to him!"

Zhao Weijun didn't care, what kind of character Liao Ming was like, a long-time old friend knew very well, and his honest personality could kill his popularity when he talked a lot.

"what?"

"It's impossible, right?"

Liao Ming was a little dumbfounded at this moment. He really did not expect that Zhao Weijun would say such a thing. How could a young man in his early twenties have stronger identification ability than Zhao Weijun?