"Damn it, it's just like me fooling you! Come on, our Director Wang, take a look and see if it's Quanxing from 1977!" Zhu Qiliang handed the bottle over. Wang Zhe looked down and immediately squeaked.
In fact, although Quanxing Daqu is one of the eight old famous liquors, the grade of Quanxing Daqu is really not high. Among the eight old famous liquors, Quanxing Daqu is a mid-to-low-end liquor. Although Shuijingfang now focuses on the high-end market, Quanxing Daqu is still aimed at the mid-to-low-end market.
However, in this era, a bottle of 52-degree Quanxing Daqu aged liquor produced in 1993, the kind with a square bottle and black and gold wine box, costs only about 3,000 yuan, which is about the same as the price of a bottle of 53-degree Feitian liquor that has been stored for five years. If it is Feitian Moutai produced in 1993, the price of that bottle is at least 50,000 yuan!
That's the gap.
However, this bottle of wine is from 1977. Even if it is a mid- to low-end wine, you can forget about buying this old wine that has been stored for 41 years if you don’t have a few hundred thousand or so!
Not to mention Quanxing Daqu, even the Erguotou from 1977 would be worth tens of thousands now!
In other words, the six bottles of wine that Yang Jing brought were worth at least five hundred thousand!
Just now, the six of them drank two taels of wine in one gulp. That is nearly 20,000 yuan, enough to buy a box of 53-degree Feitian liquor that has been stored for five years!
Liu Cheng took the bottle from Wang Zhe's hand, looked at it, smacked his lips and asked, "Yangzi, where did you get this wine? It's too extravagant for us brothers to drink this kind of wine."
Liu Cheng now works at the Tianqu Municipal Sports Bureau. Although he is not a leader, he is also a member of the system. He can naturally tell that this wine is not fake, nor is it new wine in old bottles. This wine is the authentic Quanxing Daqu produced in 1977.
Yang Jing chuckled and said, "Brothers, let's not worry about this, okay? It's just a few bottles of wine, isn't it? We brothers have finally got together, can't we drink some good wine? Besides, I didn't dare to take out the really good wine, such as Feitian or Wuliangye produced in the 1970s, and Erguotou produced in the 1950s. By the way, Azhe and Dachengzi, the two jars of old wine I gave to Mr. Yang this afternoon were Erguotou produced in 1953. If they are to be auctioned now, one million is just the starting price. I was afraid that you would worry about this, so I took Quanxing."
After a pause, Yang Jing looked at the stunned brothers and continued, "Although I am studying for a doctorate in Yanjing now, I have been quite good at collecting antiques in the past few years and have made a lot of money. I also have shares in a mining company. Money is nothing to me. These old wines were collected for me by an older brother in Yanjing. My father likes this kind of wine, so I collected a batch of old wine for my father. Today we are together, and I brought a few bottles over. So, brothers, don't worry about this, okay? And considering our relationship, you shouldn't worry about this."
After Yang Jing said this, the brothers finally understood some things.
Liu Cheng shook his head and said, "That's what I told you. When I saw you driving that Dodge Charger Daytona this afternoon, I knew you were doing well. I didn't expect you to be doing even better than I thought."
Wang Zhe thought for a while and said, "Yangzi, why don't you take back the calligraphy that Old Yang wrote for me this afternoon. That calligraphy is worth at least two million, and I dare not take it away." If Yang Jing had not told Wang Zhe the price of that old wine just now, Wang Zhe really didn't know how much the two jars of wine were worth. But now that he knew, he understood how much the calligraphy written by Old Yang was worth.
This time when he came to Tianqu to ask for calligraphy, the leader approved 100,000 yuan for him, and the leader paid for it himself. Xu Jianmin's calligraphy was not a big problem, and it only cost more than 30,000 yuan. But if he took back Yang Lao's calligraphy, the leader would be very happy, but the price...
When Yang Jing heard this, he immediately glared at Wang Zhe. "Azhe, you may not know my situation. Although I exchanged two bottles of wine for this calligraphy by Mr. Yang, if there were no two bottles of wine, Mr. Yang would have given me the calligraphy. Mr. Yang and I have a special relationship, so you don't have to care about this calligraphy. Do you know Mr. Xiao Zhenguo?"
Wang Zhe and Liu Cheng were both shocked when they heard the name, and Wang Zhe nodded quickly.
"Mr. Xiao is my second master. I am Mr. Xiao's direct disciple. If Mr. Yang hadn't been so old, I would have become his last disciple. Do you understand our relationship? Mr. Yang likes to drink some old wine. I am taking this opportunity to give him some wine."
"Oh...Okay, Yangzi, I won't say anything more. I know what you mean. I'll take this calligraphy. When you have the chance to come to Tianjin, I will ask my leader to treat you well."
"Well, I won't get involved in your affairs when I get to Tianjin. I'd rather go to your house and ask Aunt Feng to cook me chicken stewed with mushrooms. Come on, old brothers, don't worry about those things. If you still regard me, Yang Jing, as a brother, let's continue drinking!"
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