"Dad, look at what you said. We can buy these 200 jars of old wine with only 40 million. We are definitely making a fortune. Let me tell you, these old wines were all dug out from a cellar. The shortest storage time is 63 years, brewed in 1955! And the three oldest jars of wine..." Yang Jing searched among the cartons and found three boxes marked with the capital letters "TE" and continued: "These three jars of wine were brewed in 1938, which is exactly 80 years ago!"
Upon hearing this, Yang's father couldn't help but take a deep breath, "Damn, these wines are so old? If that's the case, two hundred thousand a jar is really not expensive!"
Yang Jing smiled and said, "Dad, guess what kind of wine these are?"
"Well, you just said you got them from a village in Yanjing. Could it be that all these wines are Erguotou?"
"Haha, I knew you could guess it. Yes, these wines are all genuine Erguotou. The person who brewed these wines used to be a winemaker in Fushuncheng, and later he went out on his own..."
Yang Jing gave his father a general account of the origins of these wines, and even his father was so excited that he was shaking.
"Hey, son, if we sell this wine, how much would it cost?"
Yang Jing said with a smile: "Dad, I worked hard all night and spent 40 million in cash. I didn't bring these wines back to sell. Does our family need this little money now? I just think these wines are too rare. It would be a sin to miss them, so I bought them and brought them back. We won't sell this wine. We'll keep it for ourselves."
Father Yang wanted his head like a rattle, "No, this is too extravagant! Your father has never drunk such expensive wine since he was a child! If you drink a small sip of this wine, won't several thousand yuan be gone? No, we won't drink this wine, let's find a chance to sell it."
Just as Yang Jing was about to say something, his father's phone rang. He picked up the phone and clearly heard his mother's voice: "What are you two doing in there? Open the door for me."
Okay! I'm here, and I can't neglect this matter.
Yang Jing hurried out, opened the electric rolling door from the inside, and saw his mother standing at the door.
"Mom, why are you here?"
"Can I not come? Why are you two being so secretive?"
"Hey! What a mystery! Mom, I collected a batch of old wine from a village in Yanjing last night and brought it back overnight. I have no place to put the wine, and I don't have the key to the car dealership, so my dad is in trouble."
"Old wine?" Mother Yang asked doubtfully.
Father Yang, who followed out, said with a wry smile, "Li Ping, your son has made a big fuss this time, spending 40 million to buy 200 jars of old wine. This wine is very good, and its value is definitely higher than 40 million. I said to sell these wines, but your son disagreed and insisted on keeping them for himself! As a father, I can't bear to drink them anyway. A jar of wine costs 200,000 yuan, and a sip of it is several thousand yuan, which can buy two bottles of Feitian!"
"Forty million? Bought two hundred jars of old wine? And kept them for yourself?" Mother Yang was also a little confused.
Yang Jing had no choice but to tell his mother the origins of these old wines again. After listening to him, his mother's eyes lit up.
"Son, you said these old wines have been buried underground for more than 60 years? The oldest one is 80 years old?"
"Yes, that's true. If this kind of wine is put up for auction, it can easily fetch over a million. So my dad wants to sell these wines. But our family is not relying on these wines to make money now. If these wines are really sold, we will never find such good old wines again. Anyway, I don't want to sell them. I want to keep them for myself. My dad drinks them, you drink them too, and my grandparents can drink some too. It would be great if our family could keep them for ourselves to drink!"
Mother Yang glared at Father Yang fiercely and said, "Well, I know about this. Old Yang, let me tell you, these wines were obtained by my son, and he made the decision, you can't interfere! If my son says to keep it, we'll keep it. If my son wants to sell it, we won't stop him. We should practice democracy in our family now. My son and I are on the same side, and it's useless for you to object!"
Yang Jing was overjoyed, "Long live my mother!" He hugged his mother and kissed her.
Father Yang shook his head helplessly, threw down a sentence and walked inside: "Little bastard, bring a jar to your father at noon!"
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