Ye Xunmei didn't reply for a long time. Ye Qingqing was yawning and teary-eyed from waiting. Lu Mo told her to go to sleep first, and he would wait.
"She takes forever to look at a jar and calls herself an expert, what a load of bull," Ye Qingqing muttered under her breath, quite skeptical of Ye Xunmei's abilities. In the short time it took to say that, she yawned a few more times.
“I think it’s very likely an antique. If it were fake, the old man would have already replied. The fact that he’s so cautious probably means it’s real. You should go to sleep.” Lu Mo felt that his father-in-law might have really struck gold this time.
"I can't hold on any longer. Call me later and wake me up. I'm going to take a nap."
Ye Qingqing's eyes were barely open, still sleepy. She climbed into bed without taking off her clothes and fell asleep. As soon as she closed her eyes, she started snoring loudly. Lu Mo took off her coat and covered her with a blanket. Seeing that her mouth was slightly open and she was snoring one after another, he couldn't help but pinch her nose.
Because it was twins, Ye Qingqing started snoring very early on, and the snoring got louder and louder. Lu Mo found it quite cute. Ye Xunmei hadn't snored for a long time, so Lu Mo simply took several pictures of Ye Qingqing and recorded her snoring, because Ye Qingqing always denied snoring and said he was accusing her.
I'll play it for Ye Qingqing tomorrow and see what she says then.
Ye Xunmei was busy contacting friends because he was unsure of the situation, so he asked a more knowledgeable friend for help, which caused the delay.
"It's a pity there's no actual product; you can't tell much from just the photos," a friend said regretfully.
“They look like celadon pottery from the Tang Dynasty, but we’ll have to see the actual pieces to know for sure. Old Ye, are these two jars new to you?” another friend asked.
"No, my son got them. My granddaughter asked me to take a look, and I think they look like Tang Dynasty celadon ware. If I'm not mistaken, these two jars are amazing. My son has found a great bargain." Ye Xunmei said with a smile, in a very good mood.
He felt that the two jars were most likely genuine. Tang Dynasty pottery was relatively rare on the market and was quite expensive, but the exact price depended on the actual item. Ye Xunmei wanted to return to Pingjiang.
It's about time to go back to Pingjiang for some crabs. With the autumn wind blowing, the crab legs are plump and fat. Paired with chrysanthemum wine, let's call up a few old friends and enjoy life to the fullest!
"I'm going back to Pingjiang tomorrow. I'll treat you all to crabs at the Jinjiang Hotel. You have to come!" Ye Xunmei said with a smile.
These old friends all live in Pingjiang and are experts in the antique world. They have been friends for decades and are also business partners. Making friends is actually about matching social status.
The rich and the poor rarely become true friends. It's not a matter of who is right or wrong, but rather the difference in their wealth naturally creates a barrier between them, making it impossible for them to truly connect. Otherwise, how could friends drift apart?
Ye Xunmei's old friends are, to put it bluntly, the kind of people who are well-connected in society. When they go out, everyone has to add "old" after their surname or call them "teacher." In addition, they get along well and have common interests, which is why they have been able to maintain their friendship for decades.
"Okay, see you at the Jinjiang Hotel then, don't be late." Everyone readily agreed. They were getting older, and each meeting would be one less time they could have, so they should get together as much as possible while they were still able to move around.
Ye Xunmei called back, "I'll be back tomorrow. Keep those two things safe and don't let them get damaged."
"Okay, I'll have the driver pick you up from the airport tomorrow." Lu Mo understood. He glanced at the inconspicuous jar on the table. His father-in-law's good luck had arrived.
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