I don't know if Yuan Lei is naturally talkative, or if he is trying to get closer to Song Feng through conversation.

Along the way, Yuan Lei's mouth never stopped.

Claiming to be an avid antique lover, he has long heard of Song Feng's name, and has always wanted to make friends with Song Feng, but he has never had the opportunity, and finally saw Song Feng at the auction.

Try to become friends with Song Feng and learn more advanced antique knowledge.

A few dozen minutes later, the car stopped in front of a majestic building.

Song Feng parked the car, untied his safety belt and took it down, looked up twice, and said lightly, "This is the holy place of antiques you are talking about? In my opinion, it's nothing remarkable, it's just an antique city."

"I'm not pretending, but if you do, you're very wrong."

Yuan Lei said confidently.

"From the outside, it's really just an ordinary antique city, but just like the blue and white porcelain vase you bought earlier, it looks ordinary on the outside, but on the inside it is different."

Without further ado, Yuan Lei stretched out his hand and invited Song Feng in.

In almost every city, there are large and small antique cities, and Jiangcheng is no exception.

Compared to the antique cities of other cities, this antique city is at most larger.

There are 10 floors inside, and there is a wide variety of goods.

"Mr. Song, the elevator is coming, let's go directly to the top floor."

Yuan Lei obviously didn't plan to take Song Feng for a closer look, so he directly invited Song Feng to the elevator.

Song Feng nodded, stepped into the elevator, and Yuan Lei pressed the top elevator button.

The elevator went all the way up and soon took the two to the tenth floor.

Unlike Song Feng's imagination, there was neither an antique shop nor a stall selling antiques on the tenth floor, but it turned out to be a dining area.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Yuan Lei, who was smiling, and Song Feng said quietly, "Next, where are we going?"

"Mr. Song, you come here with me, I am sure to open your eyes."

Yuan Lei smiled and invited Song Feng to the front of the ladder.

After walking for a while, the front suddenly opened up.

The top floor, which covers a large area, has been transformed into a trading market, and you can see stalls selling antiques everywhere.

"That's what you call a cave?"

Song Feng plays with taste.

"Well, you can't see this in other cities, right?"

Yuan Lei said: "Every day, there are at least hundreds of stalls trading upstairs, and the antique trading market is a major initiative in our Jiangcheng antique industry.

"If you look at the safety net around you, you are afraid that someone will not have a strong psychological quality enough and lose all their wealth and choose to die."

Song Feng looked around, and the edge was artificially built with a thick and complete iron net.

At intervals, there will be a sign hanging on it, do not touch it if there is electricity.

Immediately afterwards, Song Feng, under the introduction of Yuan Lei, stepped forward to watch the grand occasion of the antique trading bazaar.

The number of stallholders and buyers on the rooftops is in the hundreds.

Noisy and shouting, lively like a New Year's temple fair.

More than an hour later, the two went down the elevator.

After shopping all the way, Song Feng didn't buy anything.

Yuan Lei said, "If Mr. Song thinks that the above things can't get into your eyes, I'll take you to a good place."

"Okay."

The things upstairs are mixed, mainly fakes, Song Feng has seen some genuine products in an hour's time, but these genuine products are not rare, let alone priceless.

In addition, I don't understand what Yuan Lei approached him for.

Therefore, Song Feng did not buy it.

Not long after, Yuan Lei took Song Feng to the back of the antique city.

"Mr. Song, this is also an antique trading area, which is different from the regular antique city

And the roof of the building, what are the things sold here, how to say...... The difference between the true and the false is even more a test of eyesight."

Behind the antique city is a short street, and the street is lined with antique shops on both sides.

According to Yuan Lei, the antique city is managed by the relevant departments, and the management is relatively strict, and there are few shoddy things.

Correspondingly, most of the antiques sold inside are of average quality.

If you want to buy authentic products for a small amount of money, you can't go to the antique city.

If you want to practice your eyesight, go to the antique trading market upstairs, the things on it are mixed, whether you can make a windfall, it all depends on your eyesight and experience.

As for the water in this street, it is deeper.

Each antique shop has a history of more than ten to several decades, and the owners who run the antique shop are all human spirits.

Each has its own treasure of the town.

"Mr. Song, that ......"

After walking more than ten meters, Yuan Lei stopped and looked at Song Feng without saying anything.

Song Feng said lightly: "You and I have come all the way, and we can be regarded as acquaintances, so it doesn't hurt to say anything if you have anything."

"In that case, then I'll say it."

Yuan Lei smiled and said: "I have heard people mention your name many times, and others always say that you have a pair of eyes that are different, whether it is genuine or fake, as long as you take a look, you will immediately know its details."

"We've been shopping for so long, isn't there really an antique that can get into your eyes?"

"You don't have to be so tactful, just ask me if the rumors are true or not."

Song Feng put his hand in his pocket, and said lightly: "Seeing that I am not interested in anything, do you think that the rumors may not be true, these eyes of mine are not as magical as the legend is."

"Mr. Song is such a cheerful person."

was broken by Song Feng, and Yuan Lei's face showed a moment of embarrassment.

Yuan Lei once went back and forth to Kyoto many times because of some things, and every time he went to Kyoto, he could always hear rumors about Song Feng.

The locals in Kyoto praised Song Feng as amazing, as if Song Feng really had a pair of see-through eyes.

Whether it's true or not, you can see it at a glance.

is even more powerful than Sun Dasheng's fiery eyes.

In contact with Song Feng in person, Yuan Lei felt that the rumors may not be true.

From the time the two got out of the car and entered the antique city, until the two came here, almost two hours passed.

Song Feng walked around and took a look, the expression on his face never changed, as if he was disdainful of the antiques he saw.

Yuan Lei couldn't figure out, was Song Feng really not worth caring about these antiques, or was he too much to brag about and couldn't distinguish the real from the fake in a short time?

Song Feng didn't explain, and came to a stall.

The stall owner was soliciting business, and a young couple looked and looked, but in the end they bought nothing.

Looking at the backs of the two, the stall owner said angrily: "I really don't know what to think about going on a date here, I go to the park to visit the mall if I don't have money, it's unlucky."

Seeing that Song Feng stopped not far from the stall, Yuan Lei quickly took two steps to follow, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Song, are you ready to show your hand?"