Ye Qingqing suppressed her overwhelming joy. The value was immeasurable, which meant it was extremely valuable. She would never call her father an idiot again. Even if she only found a bargain once every ten years or so, it would be worth it.
But--
“These are actually harder to bid on; their research value is too great, but their collectible value isn’t that high,” another elderly gentleman said.
Ye Qingqing felt a chill in her heart. What did that mean?
“These kinds of antiques can’t fetch a price; nobody dares to bid, and not many people dare to buy them. I used to have a friend, Lao Shi, you should know him. He had a bronze three-legged ding, and the situation was similar to this. Lao Shi later donated the three-legged ding to the National Museum,” another old gentleman said with a smile.
Ye Xunmei and the others all knew this old stone, who was also a celebrity in the collecting world, although his ranking was not as high as Zi Wu's. He hadn't made many public appearances in recent years and they heard that he was living a leisurely retirement at home, enjoying a very comfortable life.
"Old Ye, why don't you donate too?" someone joked.
Ye Qingqing's heart was pounding, and she gritted her teeth and cursed inwardly. These old bastards talk like they're nothing, they don't care about things that aren't their own. They make it sound so easy to ask others to donate, but why don't they donate their own precious things?
“These two jars don’t belong to me, they belong to my son, so I can’t make the decision,” Ye Xunmei said with a smile.
Ye Qingqing felt a little better. If Ye Xunmei also said she would donate, she would immediately break off all ties with this old man. Humph!
"Grandpa, how much is this jar really worth?" Ye Qingqing asked deliberately to make her stance clear: she didn't want to donate it and didn't want to be morally blackmailed.
The group that had been egging them on chuckled awkwardly, understanding Ye Qingqing's unspoken meaning, and stopped talking about donating.
"It's hard to say right now, but your Uncle Yu should be able to estimate the price of this one. I remember that China Guardian Auction House auctioned a similar one earlier this year. How much was it again?" Ye Xunmei looked at Yu Ziwu.
“Fifty million Hong Kong dollars (fabricated), but that jar is bigger, this one is estimated to be between thirty and forty million,” Yu Ziwu said.
Ye Qingqing's heart was pounding. Even 30 million was incredible. Her father had gotten a super lucky break. That boss must be kicking himself. He practically gave it to her father for free. Haha.
Yu Ziwu stared at the narrow-necked jar with fervor. He wanted to collect it, but now he didn't want it anymore; he couldn't afford it. This unique item didn't belong to him.
"It's hard to say what the price is. There's no reference point, so it's priceless, but there's a price but no market for it," Yu Ziwu said frankly.
"I'll keep it as a decoration; it looks quite nice now." Ye Qingqing was already very content. That big-bellied jar was enough for her family to eat and drink for a lifetime, so she didn't care whether she sold the narrow-necked one or not.
“No, no, it’s too extravagant to use such precious cultural relics as decorations.” The person who had suggested donating them earlier strongly disagreed.
Ye Qingqing smiled and said nothing. After all, they were all respectable old gentlemen, so she should give them some face.
These people sat for a while and then left. Ye Xunmei saw them out and chatted with Yu Ziwu outside for quite a while.
Lu Mo went home for dinner that evening, and Ye Mingcheng also came. Ye Xunmei took the opportunity to tell him his thoughts, "Yu Ziwu is offering 25 million for that big-bellied jar. I think it's feasible. 25 million is a very good price."
Ye Mingcheng looked at Lu Mo, who had no idea. Lu Mo nodded slightly, indicating that it was feasible.
“Okay, what about the other one?” Ye Mingcheng agreed, very excited. He never expected that his luck would finally change. He stopped cursing that swindler boss. The boss was actually quite pitiful.
“I think it would be more appropriate to donate this one to the country,” Ye Xunmei said.
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