Chapter 50 Eight Immortals Table and Official Hat Chair Part 2

Tang Miaomiao smiled brightly.

"Song Yun, where did you get this thing?"

Xu Desheng was very curious.

Song Yun recounted what happened.

After listening to Xu Desheng, he was speechless for a long time. There was a tea set in front of the Qing Dynasty, and there was a set of Eight Immortals Table and an official hat chair in the Ming Dynasty. This kind of leak can be picked up by any tattered collector on the street. I really don't know how to describe this kind of luck.

"Elder Xu, please estimate the price of these chairs and tables, I have to take them."

Tang Miaomiao smiled. Grandpa liked antique furniture the most. When he bought this set of things and gave it to him, he would definitely laugh until the few remaining teeth fell out.

"Ming Dynasty furniture with high-quality materials and exquisite workmanship has always been priced relatively high."

"It's not surprising that each of these official hat chairs sells for 7 to 8 million."

"Four chairs, priced at 30 million."

"This Eight Immortals table is also made of huanghuali, the same material, the same workmanship, and the same age. It sold for 15 million, so it's not difficult."

"Considering that the four chairs and one table are a set, and their condition is absolutely perfect, I think 50 million is no problem."

Xu Desheng knew the market of antique furniture like the back of his hand, and after a little consideration, he quoted the price.

Tang Miaomiao turned to look at Song Yun.

Song Yun nodded, he was also very excited and earned another fifty million.

Tang Miaomiao was very excited, took out a professional camera, took a lot of photos from multiple angles, and posted them on the circle of friends.

"Mr. Chen, I'm really sorry, I don't plan to do that."

"Boss Zhao, I understand what you mean. Of course, money is not a problem for you. Whether it is the Eight Immortals Table or the official hat chair, I will not say anything. I plan to give it to the old man at home."

"Sun Dong, I'm really sorry, I plan to collect it myself."

...

Song Yun shook his head straightly. After receiving the things, he didn't intend to shoot, but he released news. Tang Miaomiao was clearly enjoying the fun of rejecting others, which was full of bad taste.

Song Yun stood up, got out of Zhenbao's car and drove away, he really couldn't bear it any longer.

Ninghua Auction Company.

Xie Feng's office.

Han Xue took her mobile phone to browse the circle of friends.

"Isn't it?"

"Anything good again?"

Han Xue saw Tang Miaomiao's Moments without any accident, clicked on the picture, watched it for a while, and shook her head except for the sticky soup.

Han Xue sent a message to Tang Miaomiao. There was one sentence, asking if Song Yun had picked it up. After getting a positive answer, he was even more speechless.

"Isn't it?"

"What the hell is going on here?"

"Tang Miaomiao has received a good thing again, and he is getting sick!"

Xie Feng soon saw Tang Miaomiao's circle of friends.

"Song Yun picked up the leak, I just confirmed it!"

Han Xue sighed. He really couldn't understand. Being simple and simple was extremely difficult for others. How could it be as easy as drinking water to get to Song Yun, and it was just another one casually.

"Isn't it?"

"It's him again?"

"Does this make anyone else live?!"

Xie Feng widened his eyes.

Han Xue shrugged, then spread out her hands, speechless and helpless.

"Song Yun hasn't replied to my message until now. It seems that he doesn't plan to be our advisor!"

Xie Feng shook his head vigorously, and then patted his thigh. Yesterday, he told Song Yun about the consultant, but until now, he has not responded, and it is almost out of ten.

"Song Yun has a unique vision. It's not surprising that he doesn't want to come to our company. He can earn tens of millions if he picks up a leak. He doesn't look down on the consulting fees we give, not to mention that once he becomes our consultant, there is an extra layer of shackles. It’s really inconvenient to do things.”

Xie Feng knew very well the reason why Song Yun was unwilling to be a consultant. In fact, real expert appraisal experts were usually reluctant to do this kind of thing. Song Yun was not the first, and definitely not the last.

Zhu Deyuan took his mobile phone and looked at the photos posted on Miaomiao's circle of friends for a while. Without saying a word, they went out together.

"Mr. Zhu, what are you doing?"

Xie Feng saw Zhu Deyuan walking out. He had just finished a small meeting and planned to have dinner together later.

"I'll go to the Treasure Pavilion and take a look at the table and chairs. You don't need to worry about me about the meal!"

After Zhu Deyuan finished speaking, he left without looking back. He knew very well that if you didn't take the time to look at such a good thing, once it fell into someone else's hands and entered someone's house, it would be almost impossible to see it again. You have to go and enjoy it while you are still in the Treasure Pavilion. There is absolutely no such shop after passing this village.

Han Xue thought about it for a while, it was not interesting to eat, she said hello to Xie Feng, and caught up with Zhu Deyuan, she decided to go to the treasure pavilion to see the table and chairs. Compared with eating, antiques are undoubtedly more interesting.

Xie Feng had a bitter face, like a bitter gourd, he wanted to see it too, but as the general manager of the company, it was impossible not to have a dinner party, so he could only give up helplessly.