Wang Fulong gave him an exaggerated thumbs-up: "Satisfied! You're still the most courageous of the Xiao family descendants! Oh, and let's also settle the account for the purple clay teapot your father smashed. So many eyes saw it just now. It was your father who pushed me, and that's why I dropped the teapot!"
Xiao Xingyu nodded cooperatively. "Yes, I saw it just now. This pot must be compensated! Boss Wang must have loved something so much that he could carry it around with him. It would be a shame to lose it now. Name your price!"
Wang Fulun couldn't believe it and thought it was a scam for a long time, until he saw that Xiao Xingyu was really waiting for him to make an offer, and his eyes rolled around.
"This teapot of mine is from the Qing Dynasty. I bought it for 300,000 yuan. After so many years, the price has definitely risen, but I won't raise the price. Just compensate me with 300,000 yuan! This purple clay teapot is the same as porcelain. Each one is unique. Once it's broken, no matter how much money you spend, you can't make another one exactly like it."
Zhang Moyan couldn't stand listening to this anymore. She worked in cultural journalism and had some knowledge of the market for purple clay teapots.
When it comes to purple clay teapot auctions, masterpieces from the Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China to the early years of the People's Republic of China are indeed highly respected. However, not all purple clay teapots from the Ming and Qing dynasties are valuable. The level of craftsmen in each era varies, and only works with craftsmanship at the top of the pyramid can have top value.
The most expensive purple clay teapot can cost tens of millions, but there are not many such works. Ordinary teapots cannot reach this price. Most of the works of Cheng Shouzhen, a master of purple clay teapots in the late Qing Dynasty, were sold for around 100,000 yuan. Wang Fulun said that this teapot is worth 300,000 yuan, which is definitely an exorbitant price.
“Yes, it’s not about the money!”
However, Xiao Xingyu acted like a naive landlord's son. He accepted Wang Fulong's offer without hesitation, and perhaps even thought it was too little. "It's only 300,000 yuan. It will be in my account tomorrow along with the 3 million yuan. I can earn more money. It's a pity that Boss Wang's famous teapot, which has been passed down through generations, can't even be glued properly."
When he said this, Wang Fulun immediately covered his chest with his hands and made a grief-stricken gesture.
Logically, everyone should be relieved that the matter has been resolved, but for some reason, the atmosphere in the Xiao family is a little low.
Xiao Huai, who had been expressionless all this time, finally couldn't hold back anymore and walked out of the crowd and came in front of Xiao Xingyu.
"There's no need to be a hero. The punishment is no joke. I hope you can keep a clear head when facing major issues of right and wrong." Although Xiao Huai does not have the enthusiasm to be grateful, he still has the duty to remind and advise.
A flurry of chatter erupted from all around, forming a loose circle around the two equally tall, long-legged, and well-built young men. Wang Fulong's men exchanged gloating glances, while the Xiao family members all wore solemn expressions.
After a while, Xiao Xingyu suddenly smiled and said, "Don't talk to me about the situation. I've given up on that a long time ago!"
Then he turned around and snapped his fingers: "Zhang Moyan, let's go!"
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