So he was still unhappy to see Ye Xingchen.
"What, you're worth tens of millions?" Ye Xingchen's words left him speechless.
His father owns a small company, just enough to break even, let alone be worth tens of millions? Forget about it, he can't even get into the real circle of rich kids.
"Are you going to auction something off?" Zhou An, who was about to retort, saw the package in Ye Xingchen's hand.
"Of course, you can't come here empty-handed," Ye Xingchen said with a slight smile.
"Haha, don't be ridiculous. What good stuff could you possibly have? Buying a broken jar from a roadside stall and selling it as a treasure? Do you think everyone here is an idiot?"
Zhou An laughed heartily.
“Brother Ye, it’s our turn. I know Boss Xing well, so I can cut in line.” Just then, Ning Xin ran over.
"Okay, let's go." Ye Xingchen didn't want to waste time on this unimportant matter, so he went with Ning Xin.
Upon opening the package, the tan-colored bottle was placed on the display stand.
The item was in extremely poor condition, which puzzled everyone.
"Boss Xing, what's the origin of this thing? Can you tell me?" someone asked.
"This was just brought over by a friend of mine. Please wait a moment while I examine it," Xing Wanliang said with a smile.
"Haha, you brought this thing to film? Where did you get this chamber pot? Ye Xingchen, if I were you, I wouldn't go up there and embarrass myself." Zhou An laughed heartily.
"Do you know him?" someone asked.
"I know him, but he's a penniless wretch. How could he possibly have anything worthwhile?" Zhou An said disdainfully. "Ye Xingchen, here's five hundred yuan. Get out of here and stop making a fool of yourself."
"Boss Xing hasn't spoken yet. If you dare to say another word, I'll cripple you." Ye Xingchen frowned.
"Wait until the results are in, then we'll see how embarrassed you are." Zhou An's gaze was intimidating, and he didn't dare to say another word.
"How's it going, Boss Xing?" a fat man asked.
“Indeed, a Song Dynasty Bagua-patterned cong vase, produced by the official kiln, an item used by the imperial family.” Xing Wanliang put down the vase in his hand: “Someone, bring the tools.”
"From the Song Dynasty? From the official kiln? That's very valuable!" The fat man exclaimed with delight.
"I'll clean it up first, it should be at least ten million." Xing Wanliang nodded.
"What? Ten million? How is that possible? This kid couldn't possibly have something this good. Boss Xing, take another look?" Zhou An was dumbfounded.
"You mean I'm old and blind, and I made a mistake?" Xing Wanliang snorted.
"No, no, that's not what I meant." Zhou An was startled and dared not speak.
Xing Wanliang is known as Xing Yishou, how could he be wrong?
Soon, the cleaning tools were brought over, and Xing Wanliang cleaned carefully, eventually removing a wide-mouthed brown bottle.
A crowd gathered around, admiring the bottle.
"Indeed excellent." Xing Wanliang gently pressed the bottom of the bottle, and with a click, the wide bottle split in two.
"Are they a couple?" Ning Xin was delighted.
"Yes, Song Dynasty official kiln pieces are not common, especially pairs like these. There is a Song Dynasty enamel vase in the Palace Museum that is worth over 100 million yuan."
"During the Song Dynasty, influenced by Taoist culture, the body of the bottle was often decorated with Bagua patterns. Sometimes it was used to hold yarrow stalks and bamboo sticks for divination, so it was also called yarrow bottle or Bagua bottle. It was mostly used in the court and by the nobility. The cong-shaped bottle was still regarded as a high-grade flower vase among the scholar's objects."
Xing Wanliang's eyes lit up: "Moreover, this Bagua Wenzong vase is a unique piece, there's only one pair in the world. The starting price is 16 million. Young man, where did you buy it?"
"I just picked it up on a whim, got lucky." Ye Xingchen smiled slightly. "I wonder if any owners are interested."
"Seventeen million, I'll take it." The fat man was the first to make the offer.
"Eighteen thousand..."
There were quite a few people interested in this vase indoors, and its price quickly soared to 20 million.
"Brother Ye, Boss Xing means the price is about right," Ning Xin whispered to Ye Xingchen.
"This bottle is so different from what I imagined," Ye Xingchen shook his head.
"Brother, how many do you want?" The fat man seemed determined to get the bottle.
This fat man is named Lü Peng, a big shot in the local catering industry. He owns 26 Pengmanlou restaurants and several large shopping malls, and his net worth is in the billions.
"Let's start at 80 million," Ye Xingchen thought for a moment.
"Are you alright, Mr. Ye? You got lucky with over 20 million; this thing isn't even worth 80 million." Zhou An seized the opportunity to mock.
“Brother, although I’m not short of money, 80 million is really too much.” Lu Peng shook his head and said, “The bottle is nice, but it has to be worth the price.”
"As Boss Xing also said, this is a one-of-a-kind piece, identical to the one in the Palace Museum," Ye Xingchen said with a smile. "So I think 80 million is not too much."
“That’s a different kind of young man,” Xing Wanliang said with a smile. “The one in the palace is a unique piece, but yours is a pair. Rarity increases value, so…”
“Yes, things are valued for their rarity.” Ye Xingchen smiled slightly, grabbed one of the bottles in one hand, and smashed it on the ground without hesitation.
*Snap*... This priceless antique suddenly shattered into pieces.
The room was eerily quiet; you could hear a pin drop.
A moment later, with a loud bang, everyone started discussing it.
Xing Wanliang was so anxious he jumped up and down: "What a waste! This is absolutely a waste! Young man, we can discuss the price, but how could you break it?"
Ye Xingchen smiled slightly and pointed to the only remaining vase: "Song Dynasty official kiln, Bagua Wencong vase, only one piece, the highest bidder wins."
"I'll bid 80 million." As soon as Ye Xingchen finished speaking, someone immediately called out a price.
Indeed, scarcity drives up prices; if one of the paired bottles breaks, the price of the other one skyrockets.
The fat man wasn't going to be outdone, and immediately added ten million.
The ancient treasure shop was immediately in an uproar. Several bigwigs argued heatedly, adding ten million at a time, and in the blink of an eye, it had soared to one hundred and twenty million.
"I don't care, this is mine today, and nobody can take it from me!" Lu Peng roared, glaring at his opponent.
“Mr. Lü, the highest bidder wins. We’re still bidding,” one of the bidders said.
“That’s right, my Haosheng Group is also interested in this.”
The three bidders are no ordinary people, and none of them are willing to give way to the other.
"Gentlemen, please don't let this ruin the harmony," Ye Xingchen said with a smile. "The goods are good, but it's also important to make money through harmony."
"And arguing like this isn't a solution. How about this: everyone writes down how much the bottle is worth on a piece of paper, and the highest bidder wins."
Upon hearing this, the expressions of the several bosses immediately changed, and they all felt as if they were being manipulated.
But they're arguing, and they'll definitely get worked up. Things will escalate, so they'll have no choice but to agree.
Ye Xingchen asked for paper and pen, and asked the three of them to write down the prices on the paper.
The big bosses looked at each other, then covered the paper and wrote down their prices, afraid that others would see them.
After finishing writing, Ye Xingchen unfolded a piece of paper belonging to a boss, and saw that it contained 130 million.
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