"That's a pity..." The superior said with regret on his face.
Zhang Shaoyuan laughed out loud and said: "Even if this is a wine bottle with wine in it, do you dare to drink it? Even if an elephant comes, I'm afraid I will drink it to death."
The superior laughed and said, "I'm not afraid of dying if I drink it. Being able to taste the fine wine from a thousand years ago, this life is not in vain."
At this time, Zhong Jiawei had already come out of the kitchen, saw several people studying the gooseneck bottle, and immediately came over.
However, she heard Zhong Wenxing ask: "Mr. Zhang, you are not mistaken, are you? This thing is really from the Tang Dynasty? How much is it worth?"
Zhang Shaoyuan thought for a while and said: "According to the current market conditions, it should be about four to five million. The main thing is that this thing is very rare. As the elder sister just said, it cannot be used for camellias or wine. It is purely
It is an ornament, very few of which have been preserved.”
With a "pop" sound, the rag in Shao Hailan's hand fell to the ground.
Four to five million?
She wondered if she had heard wrongly, or if Zhang Shaoyuan had said it wrong.
How many millions can a useless vase sell for?
If she saw it in a museum, then no matter how expensive it was, Shao Hailan would be able to accept it. But when such a thing appeared in her home, she was a little bit unacceptable.
The impact was so strong that it made her mentally collapse.
There are millions of things that I almost wanted to throw away just a few minutes ago.
Fortunately Zhong Wenxing came back early, otherwise it would have been thrown into the trash can or broken into pieces, and wouldn't millions of dollars have been lost in an instant?
Zhong Wenxing also looked at the vase with a surprised face, and then looked at Jiang Zhihao, his lips trembling, he had too much to say, but he didn't know how to say it.
When Zhong Jiawei gave him the vase, Zhong Wenxing only thought it was a useless decoration because Jiang Zhihao said it was half-sold and half-gifted by a friend.
But now, he no longer has that thought. He only thinks about one thing, that is, how should he keep this thing?
If he bought it himself, Zhong Wenxing would handle it very calmly, but if it was given by someone else and it was so expensive, he didn't know what to do.
Put it in a box? What if it gets stolen?
It doesn't seem right to carry it with you every day.
At this time, the superior took the bottle and turned it over for a long time, then looked at Zhong Wenxing and asked: "Old Zhong, where did you get such a good thing? Could it be that you picked up a big leak?"
Zhong Wenxing said nothing and subconsciously looked at Jiang Zhihao.
The superior saw his thoughts, turned to Jiang Zhihao, and asked with surprise: "Mr. Jiang, is this thing yours?"
"I got it from a friend. I knew my dad liked antiques, so I gave it to him." Jiang Zhihao replied with a smile.
Both the superiors and Zhang Shaoyuan looked strange. They could clearly see the dirty rag just placed on the vase.
If this can be called like, then damn it.
Of course, they all understood that Zhong Wenxing and Shao Hailan must be ignorant of the goods, and Jiang Zhihao did not explain clearly, so the couple put the most valuable thing in the family in the most conspicuous place for rags.
But a bunch of worthless fakes were locked in a box by Zhong Wenxing.