Livestreaming Antique Street Bargain Hunting: From the Start, I Make an 80,000-Fold Profit

Live broadcast of playing antiques, you will look like an amateur at first glance. To deceive readers who have no brains

How old are you? The country begs you to hand over cultural relics? Sleep or not?

Remind the author, if you don't know how to write emotional scenes, don't write them. You can't keep writing and picking up the slack. Writing this kind of emotional scenes will only drive away all the readers of the novel.

What a shame. If you want to pick up mistakes, write about antiques well. Why do you have to write about some cases? You are not writing detective novels. You don't even know what the subject matter is.

Are you annoyed that Zhao Yiming and his son can write more than twenty chapters? If the main character doesn't have the ability to destroy other people's families, then you shouldn't always write such disgusting plots. It'll make you feel bad even if you read the novel. Go read a mindless article to wash your eyes

Can you please hurry up and get the certificate? Every time I see it, I have to find someone to identify it. I picked up a bunch of jade seals and calligraphy and painting antiques. The museum framework has already been set up. Taking a certificate to go live to identify those "national treasures" that are difficult to distinguish is no better than picking up something worth two and a half cents from a street stall. Just pick up the leaks and get through the initial accumulation. I keep picking them up and can't show my face. My liver hurts after just looking at them a few times. I'm not ready to collect evidence after picking up these fragments. Let's get together and go.

Will the three fallen angel girls in Linali be accepted as maids or killed? I look forward to accepting them as maids.

So when will Zhao Yiming and his son leave?**

Pick up the leaks and pick up the leaks. Why do you want to live broadcast? When I saw the title of your book, I had no desire to read it.

After reading these chapters, I looked solemn and lowered my head deeply. Silently turned off the phone, stood up, opened the refrigerator, and took out a bottle of 82 I held the Nongfu Spring Collection Edition in my hand tightly and walked slowly to the window. The scenery outside the window was a bit dim, just like my mood. Same, heavy, very heavy, gradually, it becomes gray outside It started to rain lightly in the sky. Why, my vision was blurred. I don't know whether it was because I was crying or because it was raining heavily. It might be both. My mood became even more melancholy. I could no longer suppress my inner emotions. Feeling so bad, I opened the window and shouted out the window: Who do you look down on in just a few more chapters?