Chapter 497： Really 20 million! (One of the twelve consecutive changes, please collect!)

"What are you doing holding my hand?"

"If I don't go up anymore, my face will be lost. This matter must be stopped, otherwise, if the words are spread out, I will become the joke of the whole circle!"

Zhao Weijun shook Zhu Deyuan's hand vigorously, and he was really a little frustrated at this moment.

"What good is it for you to go up at this time?"

"If you really want to stop it, it should have been stopped long ago, it's too late now!"

Zhu Deyuan gave Zhao Weijun an angry look.

Zhao Weijun sighed. There is nothing wrong with what he said. The best opportunity has been missed. At this time, there is no point in going up to stop it. There is no doubt that what happened here today will be spread. The few people who became laughing stocks, who had spent all their time and paid for the invitation, caused such a thing, and this pot must be memorized.

"have a look!"

"Things shouldn't be so bad!"

"Since Song Yun said that it was a real Yuan Qinghua, it was really a real Yuan Qinghua. He would never look away!"

Xu Desheng comforted Zhao Weijun. It is no longer meaningful to stop Feng Yuan and others at this time. If Zhao Weijun was absolutely stunned in the past, the key is that there is simply not enough reason to stop this. In a sense, Feng Yuan People like this can't wait for Zhao Weijun to go up and stop, so that they can make things even bigger.

"Do you think that Yuan Qinghua piece is real?"

Zhao Weijun has calmed down at this time. If Yuan Qinghua is real, the more ugly Feng Yuan and the others have just jumped.

"I don't know this!"

"The thing is not in my hand again, it's just a look from a distance, how can it be determined!"

Xu Desheng shook his head. He didn't dare to pack a ticket for this matter.

"Zhao Weijun, you are really caring and chaos."

"Even if you don't believe Song Yun's vision, isn't the old man next to Liao Ming standing there? Didn't he just say that the bottle is real? What are you worried about?"

"Now you don't want to do anything, just watch the excitement quietly!"

Zhu Deyuan pointed to Liao Ming who had been standing beside Song Yun silently.

Only then did Zhao Weijun think of this incident. He looked up at Liao Ming and found that Liao Ming was standing there and had not spoken. The expression on his face clearly looked like watching a good show.

"Why did I forget about this?!"

"Liao Ming, the dead old man, stood there without saying a word, obviously he was holding back bad!"

Zhao Weijun patted his head vigorously. This time his anger was completely subdued. Song Yun had already seen the essence of the appraisal. Not to mention, Liao Ming was a good hand, and both of them were sure of the bottle. It's really Yuan Qinghua, absolutely not running.

"Humph!"

"Now, these clowns don't know how to die!"

Zhao Weijun really hates Feng Yuan and these people now. One good thing, such as his own appraisal this time, will ruin them.

Song Yun smiled and didn't say much. He asked Han Jun to give himself the account number, then made a call to Tang Miaomiao and another to the bank.

Han Jun's cell phone rang, and when he looked down, his eyes rose like a copper bell.

"This is how the same thing?"

It took a few minutes for Han Jun to recover, and looked up at Song Yun with a shocked expression on his face.

"This flat bottle is worth so much, so I paid so much."

After Song Yun said this sentence, he turned to look at Liao Ming next to him.

"Mr. Liao, this is my thing, you can't keep it in your hand!"

Song Yun looked at the flat bottle in Liao Ming's hand and was very satisfied. Although the price was not low, it was good value for money.

"Teacher Song, is this too much money?"

Han Jun scratched the back of his head, looked at the long list of numbers on the phone, couldn't believe his eyes, blinked vigorously several times, then rubbed vigorously several times before finally confirming that he was right.

"Too much?"

"If it is too much, can you transfer it back to me?!"

Song Yun was happy.

Han Jun shook his head vigorously and laughed stupidly.

"Hahahaha!"

"Isn't this enough?!"

"The real Yuan Qinghua is worth the price!"

"By the way, your luck is really very good. You can buy a Yuanqinghua from the street stall. If you have this luck, you should get rich!"

"The most exciting thing about playing antiques is picking up leaks. If you can meet them, it is your blessing!"

Song Yun waved his hand.

"How much did you pay?"

"Isn't it 20 million?"

"It looks like it should have paid 20 million!"

"Is it impossible?"

"Why is it impossible? The money is already in the account, can this kind of thing be fake?!"

"Oh my God! Isn't that lucky? What I bought for a few hundred dollars, sold for 20 million in a blink of an eye?!"

"Leaking up! Do you know what leaking up? This is leaking!"

"It's simply the pinnacle experience for people who play antique collection!"

"Too envious!"

The people watching the excitement around were making a fuss. They all looked at Han Jun with wide-eyed eyes, with envy and envy on their faces. Most of the people who came here were antique collectors, and they all heard cocoons in their ears when they missed such things. There are still very few people who have really encountered such a thing. Now suddenly there is one happening in front of them, and suddenly there are 20 million, which is like an atomic bomb exploding in front of you, with an extremely huge impact.

what?

How is this possible?

How could this kid really buy this flat bottle for 20 million?

Feng Yuan didn't believe this at all and rushed to Han Jun.

"Show me a look!"

"impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

"How could it really cost 20 million?"

Feng Yuan yelled at Han Jun.

"Is there something wrong with you old man?"

"How much did I sell, what does it matter to you?"

Han Jun pushed Feng Yuan away, turned around and left. Qian could not be revealed. He had already reacted at this time, how could he still stay here, and disappear into the vast crowd in a blink of an eye.

"You kid made a good deal!"

"It must be said that the rich are awesome, and they can buy whatever they want!"

Liao Ming shook his head, and passed the flat bottle in his hand to Song Yun.

This is definitely a very cost-effective business. Yuan blue and white flowers, especially those with a relatively large size, are very rare. This is determined by the craftsmanship.

On the surface, 20 million yuan looks a lot. In fact, the price of Yuan Qinghua has soared very fast. As long as one and a half years, there is no problem in making millions.

Liao Ming wanted to buy it, but he didn't have so much cash in his hand, so he could only sigh.