Yuan Zidan waved and called the staff of the auction house to whisper a few words. Not long after, the auction house manager rushed over. The talented man in front of him was a real master. The auction house also hoped to maintain a good relationship with him and would like to ask for a few pieces of calligraphy to be auctioned in the future...

After the auction house manager left, Yuan Zidan smiled and said, "The auction house agreed, but in fact they have to agree.

After all, this jar of wine is different from the paintings of Monk Juran. I guess no one except me, Suiyuan, would buy it at a high price.

However, we still have to take the auction first. The auction house just agreed to let us open an inspection on the spot. If there is really a problem with this jar of Centennial Balm, they promised to return the product.

Brother Zhou, are you absolutely sure to judge this jar of ointment? In case of any problem, can you come up with convincing evidence?

Manager Wu said just now that this jar of century-old wine was entrusted by Ma Shiqing's descendants to auction houses, and Ma Shiqing's "Water Talk" is here, so there will definitely be no mistakes..."

Zhou Dong was about to answer when he suddenly heard the long-lost system sound: "Random mission appears, the host is the real Chinese God of Baccarat, this "Water Talk" is yours, please be sure to get this book!

After completing the task, the host will get a chef's professional skill. Note: This skill is a single high-skill, closely related to Chinese cuisine, but it is not the chef's basic skill..."

What is mysterious is not a single food or dish like Goubuli? In addition to the basic skills of the chef and the stove, why don’t I know what professional skills do I have?

Zhou Dong was a little confused, but he didn't let him think about it at this time. Yuan Zidan was still waiting for his answer. He thought for a while and said, "If this ointment is fake or not enough, I will naturally have a way to prove it. But if the ointment is real, then "Water Talk"..."

"Haha, that book "Water Talk" is naturally owned by Brother Zhou.

The Yuquan Mountain in the past has long become a legend... There is no good water available in Kyoto now, and the Yuan family is too lazy to go to other places to brew private wine; Suiyuan wine is purchased directly from some famous brewers, or it is a treasure among big brands such as Moutai and Wuliangye. It is so hard to make wine, but it is not suitable for the Yuan family."

Yuan Zidan looked at Zhou Dong with a smile: "Yuan didn't expect that Brother Zhou would be disdainful of the century-old wine paste, but he was so interested in this book "Shui Jing". Could it be that you are still a master of winemaking?"

"Then it's just a matter of determination, I won't be polite to Brother Yuan."

Zhou Dong smiled faintly: "Although the century-old wine is good, it's a pity that it's just bamboo leaf green. This wine is quite famous, but it may not be the top rice wine."

"Oh, is that?"

Yuan Zidan looked at Zhou Dong with some surprise, and even the ancient method of bamboo leaves brewed was not taken seriously. Does this brother Zhou really know how to drink?

Bamboo leaf green is a relatively special type of wine.

In ancient times, it was made of rice wine brewed with glutinous rice, with bamboo leaves and some Chinese medicinal materials. In modern times, it was made of Fenjiu as the base wine, and also added various Chinese medicinal materials, which seemed to have become "Hsinchu Yeqing" and was classified into the category of health liquor.

Ma Shiqing was a master of imperial wine in the Qing Dynasty, so he naturally brewed this jar of wine according to the ancient method; this is even more precious. In modern times, bamboo leaf green brewed by ancient methods is basically no longer seen, let alone this is a hundred years of wine? After all, rare things are precious.

Zhou Dong slowly drank tea and ate refreshments, and seemed not ready to answer Yuan Zidan's question.

Xia Chong couldn't talk about Bing. With his current legendary wine-making level, even if Yuan Mei is still alive, he is afraid he is not qualified to talk about wine with him, let alone Yuan Zidan.

After spending two days together, Yuan Zidan had long been accustomed to Zhou Dong's cold and hot personality, and he didn't think it was a pestle. At this time, the auction officially began, completely attracting his attention.

Zhou Dong was not interested and was drowsy. If he hadn't been looking forward to Ma Shiqing's book "The Water Talk", he would have left on his own long ago.

Yuan Zidan was quite in high spirits. In a short while, he had already taken a pair of Lang Hong plum vases. Zhou Dong really couldn't understand that this pair was worth hundreds of thousands of yuan, so he didn't even think it was handy to pickle pickles.

"Haha, Brother Zhou doesn't know that the quality of Langhong in the official kiln is really hard to find. This pair is already the best among the folk kilns. If it is an official kiln, the price will probably be at least ten times higher."

"Well, it looks good, but it's not useful. If the bottle mouth is bigger, it can be used to stew duck..."

"Stewed duck?"

Yuan Zidan stared at Zhou Dong for a long time, and finally decided not to say anything to this guy, so as not to be angry to death. Moreover, the Juran Banner Landscape, which he had been paying attention to, is the next item. According to the rules of the auction house, VIPs of his level can be asked to approach and appreciate them in order to decide whether to bid later.

Yuan Zidan was coming back soon, and after sitting down, he just sneered. He was so angry that he even wanted to drink Yuqian Longjing, who had been disdainful before, and then threw the teacup heavily: "It's a disrespectful thing, it's actually a fake!"

Don’t think that there are absolutely no fakes in the auction house. The antique shop has deeper water than Qinxing. Small and medium-sized auction houses like Huachen are more likely to have problems.

Yuan Zidan is a master of calligraphy and painting. Of course, he can't hide whether the things are true or false. He doesn't bid at the moment. He just sneered and watched a few local wealthy people bidding for chasing.

If it weren't for the fact that the Centennial Pork was still thinking about, Yuan Zidan would have patted his butt and left.

With patience, he finally waited for the 16th item of Centennial Balm. Yuan Zidan glanced at the auctioneer who was working hard to introduce the Balm and smiled: "We are not in a hurry to bid. I'm afraid that no one will agree with the reserve price given by the auction house except us..."

The money of the local rich people was not caused by the strong wind. The reserve price of 1.8 million yuan was too high for a jar of balm. And when I heard that this thing still needs to be blended before it can be consumed, the local rich people immediately lost interest.

In their opinion, the blending is simply too low. It is better to buy a few bottles of 82 lafites with this money. Will you drink it first? At least it looks good in terms of appearance, right?

"My ladies and gentlemen, this jar of century-old wine is from the hands of Mr. Ma Shiqing, the master of the imperial wine in the Qing Dynasty. It is the only one in the world. It can be said that rare things are precious! And even this jar of wine that holds wine is from the finest quality of the official kiln..."

Those who know the pros in the audience immediately curled their lips when they saw it. The bullshit official kilns are just wine jars produced in large quantities by official kilns. Like the fireproof tanks in the Forbidden City, they are at most ordinary utensils and are not in line with antiques!

No one answered the price for the first time. The auctioneer was a little nervous and felt that he could not make up any longer.

Seeing the auctioneer looking in his direction frequently, Yuan Zidan smiled faintly, and was not in a hurry. She slowly drank a sip of tea and continued to watch the auctioneer's performance.

Money is nothing in Yuan Zidan's eyes, but he has to wait for the auctioneer to bid for the third time and no one answers. He will take action only when the auction is about to fail. It feels so good to determine the universe with one blow.

"The third bid is 1.8 million yuan, each bid is 100,000 yuan, and is there anyone bidding, and is there anyone bidding!"
Chapter completed!