Ye Qingqing's expression changed. She had thought Ye Xunmei disagreed with the donation, but now she had changed her mind. She said it so casually, donating it with just a word. It's not like it's worth tens of thousands of yuan. This jar is worth at least 20 million yuan.

Donating 20 million worth of goods without a second thought is easy for someone who doesn't understand the pain of the situation.

However, she didn't say anything. The jar belonged to Ye Mingcheng; she wanted to hear what he had to say first.

Ye Mingcheng looked surprised and asked, "You donated it?"

He was caught off guard by Ye Xunmei's sudden remark.

“Yes, this jar is extremely rare, there is only one of its kind at present, and it has great research value. It would be more appropriate to donate it to the country. Of course, it will not be donated in your name. I will pay for it and donate it in Tianxiang’s name.” Ye Xunmei explained his plan.

Actually, everything before was nonsense. He wasn't that noble. Miao Tianxiang had been on good terms with the mainland recently, had many investment projects, and her wealth was increasing day by day. She was also bored out of her mind, so she wanted to get some recognition. Hong Kong was too small for her, so she wanted to work hard in the mainland. Ye Xunmei helped her plan out, and donating cultural relics was a good idea.

Some time ago, Miao Tianxiang acquired a lot of lost national treasures from outside the painting industry, with a total value of over one billion yuan. She plans to donate them all, including this jar, to the museum and hold a donation ceremony. This is the key point; she can't donate quietly. Doing good deeds should also bring fame!

Otherwise, what's the point?

Ye Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he was willing to pay, that was fine. Her father didn't need to become famous anyway. Miao Tianxiang wasn't short of money. It was good that Ye Xunmei still had some conscience and didn't directly ask her father to donate.

Lu Mo immediately understood Ye Xunmei's intentions. Miao Tianxiang's acquisition of cultural relics abroad had caused quite a stir, and she herself did not hide it, publicly stating that she would donate all the cultural relics in her collection to the country, leaving none behind.

Ye Mingcheng had no objections and let Ye Xunmei arrange things. Anyway, he got the jar for free without spending a penny, and he would be satisfied if he could earn back 25 million.

Thinking of this, he was filled with emotion. It's true what they say: sometimes you plant flowers with care but they don't bloom, while sometimes you plant willows without intention and they thrive!

"Dad, could you take a look at the rest of them for me sometime? I have a feeling there are treasures among them." Ye Mingcheng was itching to see them again. The jars he picked up at random were all rare treasures, so how could there not be any of the carefully selected ones?

Even if it's one in a thousand, there should still be one or two.

Ye Xunmei had absolutely no interest. "Find someone else. I don't have time."

His eyes hurt looking at all that junk; he'd rather go out and admire beautiful women. His son just doesn't have that talent. This time, it was a lucky break; he might only get this once in his life.

"Dad, why don't you ask Uncle Yu to take a look? I think he's quite capable. Don't charge him for the medical bills, just let him take a look and give him some money for his services. I don't think he's living too well," Ye Qingqing suggested.

The old man was dressed very plainly, his blue jacket was faded from washing, and most importantly, he looked haggard, clearly indicating that he was unhappy with his life. She had asked Ye Mingcheng, and he said that the old man had no other problems, but was mainly malnourished, which was why his resistance was not good and he often caught colds and coughs.

But this old man was quite proud and wouldn't agree to a direct reduction in medical expenses, so we decided to ask him to help with the assessment so as not to hurt his pride.

Ye Mingcheng's eyes lit up. "That's a great idea. I'll talk to Uncle Yu about it next time he comes over."

Ye Xunmei asked with interest, "Was it the one who noticed the jar was unusual first?"

"It was him. He said the two jars might be antiques, and he even helped introduce them to Yu Ziwu for appraisal. Oh, and he knows you, but he said he's not familiar with you," Ye Qingqing said.