Feng Yao and Fang Ziwei turned around and ran away, and the bowl naturally fell into Song Qingyun's hands. After running not far away, Feng Yao looked at Fang Ziwei and smiled, then put her hand on her shoulder, "Okay, little sister! You have a very flexible mind, and you are as smart as my sister!"
Fang Ziwei was quite happy at first, but when she heard her call her sister, she couldn't help but pout, "We're not sure who is older, so why are you the sister?"
"Really?" Feng Yao smiled mischievously, came closer and stretched out her hand to pull up Fang Ziwei's collar, and looked inside, "Let's see, which one of us is bigger?"
"Hey! What are you doing!"
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Seeing Song Qingyun pick up the big bowl in front of him, Chen Yang breathed a sigh of relief. Because the middle-aged man just now was very proficient in both the gestures he held while holding the antiques and the position he used to point his flashlight at the antiques. It looked like he was quite experienced.
Now after Fang Ziwei and Feng Yao's quarrel, the antique was in Song Qingyun's hands. Chen Yang was finally relieved, so he squatted in front of the stall and looked at the ancient coins that Feng Yao had picked apart.
"Alas," the middle-aged man saw that the antique he had been studying for a long time was taken into the hands of others. He was extremely reluctant and pointed at Song Qingyun and said to the stall owner, "Boss, I kept looking at this bowl just now, and it was taken by someone else. That girl put it down after such a mix-up, now she should let me continue reading, right?"
"Then there's nothing I can do!" The stall owner didn't care about this kind of thing. "Who made you look here for more than half an hour without making up your mind?"
"Antiques are like this. Once they are put down and picked up by others, you can only watch from the side!"
"This..." The middle-aged man glanced at Song Qingyun, turned to the stall owner and said, "Well, didn't you just say this bowl was 500 yuan, now I want it!"
The stall owner rolled his eyes at him, "Then don't ask me, ask this gentleman. The things are in other people's hands and they have the final say!"
"Sir, look at this thing that I have been looking at just now. Now I am willing to pay 500 yuan to buy it. You..." The middle-aged man had no choice but to turn to Song Qingyun and ask.
Song Qingyun chuckled in his heart, a fool would give it to you, the fine Ming Xuande blue and white lotus seed bowl.
Song Qingyun didn't look at the middle-aged man at all, "Do you understand the rules of the antique shop? I'm watching now. If you want it, just wait until I put it down!"
After listening to Song Qingyun's words, the middle-aged man could only watch helplessly, wanting to wait for Song Qingyun to let go.
While Song Qingyun was looking at the bowl, Chen Yang squatted on the ground and looked at the stall owner's ancient coins. One of the silver coins attracted Chen Yang's attention.
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