Hearing this, Song Tingwan cooperated and asked with feigned curiosity, "Grandpa Li, how many years ago could this ink block be so well preserved?"
"Hahaha." Li Jinxiang suppressed his excitement and said with a smile, "Girl, ink is different from other antiques. We only look at the quality, not the age."
"Huh?" This hit Song Tingwan's blind spot in knowledge.
Li Jinxiang carefully put down the ink block in his hand and began to explain patiently, "A good ink block requires more than ten ancient ink-making processes, including smoke refining, mixing materials, ink making, ink drying, and polishing. It is extremely difficult to make. Usually, even the top ink makers can only polish such a top-quality piece out of a hundred squares of ink."
“Regardless of the era, it’s not completely ignored.”
Li Jinxiang pointed to the ink lying quietly on the table. "Take this ink, for example. It's of such top quality, the market price is around 15,000 yuan per gram."
What?
Fifteen thousand, just one gram?
Even Song Tingwan, who often sold antiques worth millions, was so shocked that his eyes almost popped out of his head when he heard the unit price.
"No, Grandpa Li, you're not kidding me, are you?" Song Tingwan said in disbelief. "This ink, 15,000 per gram? You can only buy one gram? Gold is only 500 per gram! That's hard currency!"
"Hahahaha." Li Jinxiang was amused by her words. "Girl, gold is expensive, but it's not the most expensive. There are many items on the market that cost more per gram than gold."
Song Tingwan touched the back of his head and said, "Oh, that's how it is."
"However," Li Jinxiang changed the subject, "this piece of ink in your hand is priced at fifteen thousand per gram, which is a bit difficult to come by."
What's the meaning?
Li Jinxiang's words were a bit vague.
Does it mean that the price per gram is less than 15,000 yuan, or that the ink cannot be sold at 15,000 yuan per gram?
Song Tingwan thought about this and asked, "Grandpa Li, is this ink worth 15,000 per gram, or is it more than 15,000?"
Upon hearing her words, Li Jinxiang immediately became anxious, "Girl! What are you thinking! This is top-grade ink that has been passed down for at least two thousand years!"
“The best of the best!”
Song Tingwan blinked blankly, "Ah..."
How much is that per gram?
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