That guy called Mr. Yuan doesn't seem to be short of money.

"What a pity, I thought this time it might be for real!"

Yuan Tiangang wasn't worried about the money, but he was bothered by the fact that he had been fooled. He was a rich second-generation and had liked dealing in antiques since he was young, but he was only a dabbler and his eyesight and knowledge were both lacking.

Over the years, he has lived a comfortable life thanks to the family fortune left by his father. He buys one or two things every now and then, half genuine and half fake. He has his own way of surviving. He won't lose money, nor will he get rich. He just wants to have some fun.

"Tian Gang, how much was this bottle again?" the leading old man asked.

Mr. Yuan said embarrassedly, "One hundred thousand!"

"One hundred thousand? You've lost a lot this time," the old man laughed.

Yuan Tiangang's ancestors had some connection with his family; the two families were close and familiar with each other, so they spoke more casually.

Yuan Tiangang said dejectedly, "That's right. I finally managed to get my hands on a genuine item the other day and made a small profit, but I gave it away again today."

"You, you, you're not destined to get rich from antiques. You should stick to your building materials business; that's more suitable for you!" the old man advised.

As they were talking, Xiang Tianhong led the three of them over.

"Grandpa, there's something here that I'm not sure about. Could you take a look?"

"Oh?" The old man was quite surprised to hear this.

His grandson has been learning from him since he was a child. He is quite talented and, through constant exposure, he has developed a high level of expertise in antique appraisal, if not perfect. He can handle even ordinary objects with ease.

Although his second uncle was in charge of the antique shop, he made many decisions behind the scenes when he was unsure about something. I never thought that he would also be unsure sometimes.

The old man knew that his grandson must have encountered something so valuable that even he couldn't find any flaws in it, because he wouldn't normally bring something to him if he couldn't tell the difference.

The old man said with great interest, "Then bring it up and let us all take a look."

"Do these things belong to the two children behind us? Let's sit down and take a look!"

Seeing the old man's kind face, Liu Yihang readily pulled Yunyin to sit down.

Xiang Tianhong's second uncle, Xiang Yuanzhou, and General Manager Yuan across the street were also looking at the things covered by Xiang Tianhong's tray with excitement.

Xiang Tianhong placed the tray in the middle of the tea table.

"Please take a look."

After speaking, he lifted the brocade, revealing a small sky-blue porcelain bowl.

The expressions on the three people's faces changed instantly.

Mr. Yuan was the first to speak.

"Judging from the shape and color, it looks like a piece from the Jun ware kiln of the Northern Song Dynasty."

"It looks similar, but Jun ware is very rare, and there are many imitations on the market!" Xiang Yuanzhou secretly thought that this was a high-quality imitation.

Only the elderly man at the head of the group remained silent, taking out a magnifying glass from his pocket to examine the object carefully.

"Young man, is this yours?"

Liu Yihang replied, "Yes."

"Can I try it out?"

"Yes, please go ahead!"

The old man then took out a pair of white gloves, put them on, and gently picked up the porcelain bowl on the table to examine it.

Xiang Tianhong kept a close eye on his grandfather's movements, feeling very uneasy, like a student taking an exam.

To him, the porcelain bowl showed no signs of being fake; he was almost 90% certain that it was genuine.

So he wanted to know his grandfather's answer.

The old man's caution made Xiang Yuanzhou and General Manager Yuan nervous as well.

The old man is examining it so carefully, could it actually be real?

If it is a genuine Northern Song Dynasty Jun ware porcelain, this bowl is incredibly valuable! It wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe it as priceless.

Yunyin was also affected by this atmosphere. She didn't expect that the dirty porcelain bowl that Liu Yihang bought casually on the roadside might have a big background.

"Do you think it's true?" Yunyin asked softly, tugging at Liu Yihang's sleeve.

"I don't know either. I just bought it randomly. It's best if it's real, but it doesn't matter if it's fake." Liu Yihang's attitude was very calm.

"That's true." After all, it only cost a hundred yuan.

The old man studied it carefully for about ten minutes, nodding occasionally and exclaiming in surprise at times.

Everyone's emotions and moods were like a rollercoaster ride, following his every emotional ups and downs.

Finally, the old man smiled, put down the porcelain bowl, and put away his tools.

"A priceless treasure! A priceless treasure indeed!"

Seeing her grandfather's reaction, Xiang Tianhong was certain she hadn't misjudged him, and she felt much better.

"Father, is it really a Jun ware bowl?" Xiang Yuanlin asked excitedly.

This was the first time he had ever seen a genuine Jun ware piece in his half-life.

"The overall shape of Song Dynasty Jun ware is quite elegant. The upper part of the body is thin, gradually thickening towards the bottom. Through the protective glaze, you can see the hand-turned mosquito marks, which perfectly matches the porcelain. It is undoubtedly a genuine piece," the old man replied.

Everyone looked at the porcelain bowl with surprise.

Mr. Yuan's eyes lit up as he looked at the small bowl on the tray: "My goodness, such a small thing is priceless!"

Liu Yihang already knew it was genuine, and now that it had been confirmed, he was very happy.

Yunyin felt like she was in a dream.

This little bowl she picked up casually by the roadside is priceless? She felt like she was dreaming!

The old man nodded.

"This is a rare and exceptional Northern Song Dynasty Jun ware celadon porcelain bowl!"

Everyone gasped in shock.

"Old man, how much would this porcelain bowl be worth if it were appraised?" Yuan Tiangang asked with great interest.

The old man stroked his non-existent beard and pondered, "The specific value is immeasurable. I only remember that a couple of years ago, a piece of Jun ware porcelain was auctioned in Hong Kong. It was said to have some flaws, and the final transaction price was seven million."

This porcelain bowl is perfectly shaped and flawless; it should be worth much more, but it's unlikely anyone in mainland China could afford such a high price.

"This porcelain bowl is worth seven million or more?" Yuan Tiangang, a rich second-generation, was shocked upon hearing this.

"It's not less than that; when you meet someone you like, eight hundred, nine hundred, or even a thousand is normal."

Xiang Tianhong also knew about this, but he didn't expect that he would leave this young man here on a whim today.

He actually managed to salvage such a precious piece of porcelain; to date, it remains the most valuable item he has ever handled.

Moreover, his judgment was correct!

Yunyin and Liu Yihang were completely stunned.

Seven million?

A bowl of fried rice costs 2.5 yuan. To earn 7 million yuan, he would have to sell 2.8 million servings of fried rice. He'd have to keep frying for his next life to make that much money.

Yunyin is the same; her family owns a gold shop, with several stores in Zhoushan.

In a year, she might earn a maximum of 100,000 to 200,000 yuan, but seven million would take her parents half a lifetime to earn.

Liu Yihang casually picked up a small broken bowl from the roadside, which turned out to be worth seven million.

Both of them tried to remain calm and not show any fear.

"Young man, what's the origin of this porcelain bowl? Would you mind telling me?" Yuan Tiangang asked, as he loved hearing stories of finding hidden gems in antiques.

Xiang Tianhong looked at Liu Yihang and smiled, thinking that this Senior Brother Yuan was probably going to have a tough time today.

There's nothing wrong with saying this, Liu Yihang said directly: "I bought it on the roadside when I came here."

"You picked this from a stall? You have a good eye, young man. How much?" Yuan Tiangang thought, even if you find a bargain, it must cost tens of thousands of yuan, right?

"One hundred yuan!"

"What?…"