Facing Yuan Hui's solemn expression and raised index finger.

Wang Yi took a breath on the spot and collapsed on the chair: "One, one hundred million?!"

Now it was Yuan Hui's turn to take a cold breath.

"How many? One hundred million?" He was speechless, "Brother Wang, do you have no idea about money? Can a bronze bell in the late Ming Dynasty be worth 100 million? Do you think we are an internet celebrity selling goods or a micro-business shipment, and we can only take hundreds of millions or hundreds of millions at any time?"

Seeing that he had guessed wrong, Wang Yi recovered: "It's not 100 million? How much is that? Not one million, right?"

It’s not that he has no idea about money, but that Yuan Hui mentioned the magical skills of the bronze bell, which boosted his expectation.

Yuan Hui rolled his eyes: "It's ten million!"

"But if you can handle the top spring or autumn auctions, it may be of higher value," he added.

Wang Yi was somewhat disappointed: "Ten million? That's not much."

Yuan Hui said helplessly: "Brother Wang, 10 million is not much? Let me tell you the truth. My father saved money for a lifetime and I spent decades of my career. Now I have only earned about 10 million yuan!"

Wang Yi pointed to the community next to him and said, "It's not that good? It's not a few million or ten million to choose a villa here?"

Yuan Hui said: "How can it be so exaggerated? Do you think our place is Qiantang City? It's about 10 million yuan for a single house, but I live in a townhouse, which is less than 7 million yuan, and I bought it with a loan!"

After hearing what he said, Wang Yi felt that it was right.

Ten million is not a small amount of money.

The main reason is that he watches TV, novels and short videos. The antiques and cultural relics involved are thrown out at a price of hundreds of millions of millions of dollars. It is these unreliable experience that leads him to misjudgment of the antique market.

There was a knock on the door behind, and the waiter continued to serve the dishes.

What are the wine lees, yellow croaker, snow-sniff plum boy, crispy dragon fish, and the style of the dishes is very fancy, which shows that the chef is very good.

Yuan Hui thought Wang Yi didn't like seafood, so he ordered barbecue for him.

"Try his large barbecue and roasted pork sausages, which tastes very good, the boss's secret craftsmanship." He greeted Wang Yi.

The barbecue in this restaurant is full of large pieces of tenderloin and pork belly. If you want to eat fat, you can eat pork belly. If you can't eat greasy food, choose tenderloin.

The taste is spicy and delicious, and the fragrance is rich, which makes Wang Yi's appetite wide.

This was a delicious food that I couldn't eat in 1982.

Yuan Hui had no appetite anymore.

He had just eaten dried shrimp, and the dried shrimp tasted nothing else but fresh.

With its umami-flavored pearls and jade in front, Yuan Hui will inevitably have higher requirements for the taste of the dishes.

But none of the seafood he ordered was authentic. Although the chef was skilled, each dish was made of floral dishes with seasonings, which inevitably affected the deliciousness of the seafood itself.

More importantly, Wang Yi showed him the photos of Qi and Zhong, which brought his attention into his mobile phone. Now, let alone just a few dishes, he was not interested in even a female seafood body serving on the dinner table.

He urged Wang Yi to take him to see Qi Hezhong.

Wang Yi waved his hand: "You can't be anxious about this matter. I promised that the old man would not publish the news of the bronze bell to the public without his consent."

Yuan Hui said: "I understand this. The ownership of this antique is difficult to determine. Once the government discovers that it may be taken away by 10,000 yuan plus a banner."

Wang Yi was stunned.

Yes, there is also this hidden danger!

He asked indirectly: "You mean the government will take it as state-owned, right? But isn't this five hundred yuan plus a pennant?"

Yuan Hui waved his hand: "You are fooled by some information and jokes on the Internet. The government is not so stingy and will give a good price to subsidize, but since it is a subsidy, it is naturally incomparable to the value of the antique itself."

Wang Yi said: "That's over. No wonder the old man doesn't let me expose the news. It turns out that there is this hidden worry."

Yuan Hui leaned over and said, "This is not impossible to operate. Our country cannot trade cultural relics, antiques can."

"There is no unique cultural significance for the national level. In addition, it is an object from the late Ming Dynasty, so the control is not very strict."

"And this Qi and Zhong are a little wonderful. It was once snatched away by the Japanese devils, and later its whereabouts were unknown. Could it be that a patriotic businessman secretly bought it from the Japanese devils officer at that time?"

Wang Yi looked at him.

He smiled slightly: "Don't worry, as long as this kind of antique is not wandering overseas but is just circulating within our country, we will always have reasonable and non-law-free methods to sell it!"

"Especially, many businessmen like to donate cultural relics and antiques from the local museums. If they transfer the antiques from them, they will eventually hand them over to our municipal museums or provincial museums. In this case, we are all contributing to the national antique protection cause, and we do not violate the law and regulations!"

Wang Yi felt relieved and said, "That's good, we can't violate national laws and regulations."

Yuan Hui gave him a clear look: "All law-abiding citizens, who would take risks for a little money? If you don't believe me, look at my tax APP. I pay taxes clearly every year."

Later, he launched a more fierce attack on Wang Yi.

Let Wang Yi take him to see Qi Hezhong no matter what.

Wang Yi couldn't bear it, so he had to wipe his mouth and say that he had eaten his fill and ran away with his bag.

Escape is shameful but useful.

Yuan Hui was depressed.

He picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

The more I eat, the more depressed I feel.

Finally, he suddenly stood up and opened the door and shouted, "Old Zhong, what's going on with your food tonight?"

Boss Zhong quickly walked upstairs and asked, "What's wrong? Are you drunk?"

Yuan Hui said angrily: "I'm drunk, I haven't drunk, what's wrong with these dishes? It tastes bad. Did you make me with dead fish and rotten shrimp?"

Boss Zhong said angrily: "Stop talking nonsense, you don't know my reputation here yet?"

However, Yuan Hui's attitude made him wonder, so he added: "Or what if I try the dishes? Maybe my chef has drunk too much today?"

He called the waiter to bring a pair of sanitary chopsticks and tried them one by one, then looked at Yuan Hui suspiciously: "Do you want to eat for free tonight? This dish is fine!"

"Boss, is this the case?" the waiter interrupted.

“Which?”

"Brother Hui, were you eating the dried shrimp just now?" the waiter asked, "It's the dried shrimp I came in to help you pick up."

Yuan Hui said: "Yes, I eat it as a snack before serving. You don't provide pre-dinner snacks here."

The waiter said: "It's this problem. Boss, Brother Hui brought tonight with good quality and serious wild shrimp. I started to use it and it smelled really good!"

The boss was suspicious.

Yuan Hui was also suspicious: "You kid are you going to give us the best friend?"

He opened the dried shrimp paper bag.

The boss grabbed a handful of dried shrimps and looked down carefully. Then he was surprised: "It's good dried shrimps. Where did you buy them? Not only dried shrimps, but also dried shrimps. They were indeed dried by wild shrimps. They were very patient. They were completely baked in the sun, and they didn't have a sunlight at first glance."

He smelled it again: "Yes, it's charcoal-grilled. It's rare. Where did you buy this good thing? This is the ancient method of dried shrimps."

Yuan Hui asked without answering: "Aren't you fooling me? There are so many things to pay attention to when dried shrimp?"

The boss said, "Of course I'm too particular. If you don't understand, I'll give you a brief explanation."

"Dried shrimps are all cooked, do you know this? Then how is it cooked? There is an explanation here."

"Simply put, there are three ways: first, cook, steam, second, stir-fry, and third, pickle."

"I won't say much about steaming and cooking. Frying is done with salt and sea tiny stones, like stir-frying chestnuts; pickling is done with marinated and then put it in an industrial microwave or large electric oven and shipped directly."

Yuan Hui said: "Don't you want to bask in the sun?"

"Listen to me," said Boss Zhong. "There is a sun after steaming and frying. If you want to marinate, you don't need to be used. It is directly sent to the microwave oven and the electric oven."

"The dried shrimps on the market are mainly pickled, why? Because they are fast and efficient!"

"But there is a problem with the pickled shrimp. In order to get it done, it needs to be marinated and then put into the tool box, which has caused its umami flavor to be suppressed and destroyed."

Yuan Hui understood: "So the serious dried shrimps are steamed or fried and then sun-baked? Isn't that not the market that does not do this?"

"Listen to me," Boss Zhong continued: "You must find good weather to bask in the sun and keep it full. Otherwise, as long as you encounter rainy days and there is no sunshine and heavy humidity, its quality will decline, which will lead to a less crispy taste."

"The problem is that the moisture at night is strong enough, and no one can avoid this natural phenomenon at night, right? What should I do?"

"You just said it smells charcoal, so is it baked on the stove?" Yuan Hui guessed.

Boss Zhong clapped: "Yes, there is an extra baking process for drying dried shrimps in ancient methods."

"But now we pay attention to efficiency and we will use sunlights to roast them. During the day, sunlights at night, there is no problem with baking them like this. This is the power of technology!"

"So for a long time, I have not used the ancient method to dry shrimps. It is inefficient and I can't make much money. So the question is, where did you come from this dried shrimp?"

Yuan Hui said: "It was all given by my friend just now..."

"It's that handsome guy?" Boss Zhong asked.

Yuan Hui said: "Yes, it's him. He is a mountain traveler. He often travels to the outer islands and old villages in various places. It is estimated that the dried shrimps and shrimps collected in the old village."

"That's right. Now only the old people in the old village will dry shrimp like this." Boss Zhong nodded, "There are also shrimps? Take it out and I'll take it."

Yuan Hui opened the shrimp bag.

Boss Zhong said: "Golden hook sea rice is also a good thing, but it is sweet and dry. You can grab a bottle of beer in your spare time, and watch TV shows and short videos while eating and drinking. That is much better than eating potato chips and melon seeds!"

He pinched a few and tasted it: "Give me his contact information and tell him, I want to see if I can buy some of these goods from him. Or ask him to help buy them in the old village, I'll give him a good price!"

Yuan Hui immediately understood what he meant and said, "How many dishes are you going to make under the name of ancient methods?"

Boss Zhong laughed: "It's not an ordinary dish, it's a signature dish! So please contact him for help. If things happen, I'll take out these signature dishes first to treat you to it!"
Chapter completed!