"Grandpa Zhang, see for yourself, I'm sure you'll be satisfied." Seeing that the old man's curiosity was aroused, Ye Huang carefully placed the purple clay pot on the table.
"It's wrapped very tightly. It looks like a real treasure."
Zhang Wanhong smiled and was about to open it. At this moment, several more hearty laughs came from outside.
"What a treasure, take it and let our brothers grow eyes too."
Following the words, Tang Jieyuan, Luo Qingyun and Lu Zhaolin approached the house one after another outside.
"Hahaha, it turns out it's you old ghosts. Come in quickly and give you some eyes."
Seeing several old friends coming over, Mr. Zhang Wanhong's face also lit up, and his eyes almost narrowed into slits as he smiled.
As soon as the three old people entered the house, Huang Huang inevitably went up to say hello to each of them, especially his grandfather. If this was not polite enough, he would probably get angry again.
After several elderly people got to know each other, they finally calmed down.
Everyone turned their attention to the gift brought by Emperor Ye again, but Emperor Ye was secretly complaining.
If a few old people fall in love with this thing, it will probably become a big deal. If no one wants one, I will probably spend a lot of money to search for them.
It's okay to spend some money to make a few old men happy. The key is that Mr. Gu Jingzhou only has a few works left behind, and you can't even buy them with money.
It’s really hard to search for this thing myself.
"I thought it was something, but it turned out to be a broken pot."
Just after Wanhong removed the outer silk wrapping, the face of the purple clay teapot was finally revealed. As a result, what Ye Huang heard was not an exclamation, but a complaint from his grandfather.
Not only his grandfather, but also Mr. Lu Zhaolin was a little disappointed.
However, the person involved, the old man Zhang Wanhong, stared straight at the purple clay pot and could no longer move it away. Next to him, the old man Tang Jieyuan and Dugu Aotian, who had just ignored him, both stared straight in the eyes.
Especially after Mr. Zhang Wanhong held his breath and concentrated for a while, he tremblingly reached out and picked up the teapot and looked at it. His eyes were burning, as if he had seen something treasure.
"Xiaoye, this... did you really give this pot to me, the old man?" After a long time, Zhang Wanhong put down the teapot and looked at Ye Huang with some excitement and asked. He was really afraid that this boy would say that he had given the wrong thing.
Take this thing back again.
"Haha, Grandpa Zhang, are you satisfied?"
"Satisfied? More than satisfied, huh! Didn't you see that the old man's eyes were about to pop out of his head? He wanted to go crazy trying to get one of Gu Jingzhou's purple clay pots, but you gave it to him directly."
The speaker was none other than Tang Jieyuan, who was good friends with Zhang Wanhong. Not only Zhang Wanhong, but also he was a little jealous now.
"Xiaoye, let's agree that today is my eightieth birthday. If you give this thing to the old man, you are not allowed to take it back."
"Old man Zhang, isn't it just a purple clay pot? Look at your miserly appearance. I remember I didn't see you like this when I first married my wife?"
Luo Qingyun laughed and said, for him who doesn't like to drink tea very much, this purple clay pot is just a tea pot, and I really don't see anything special about it.
"You old guy, you know nothing, you have no knowledge at all. This is the legacy of Mr. Gu Jingzhou, and there are only a few of them in China. Do you understand?"
Upon hearing what Luo Qingyun said, Mr. Zhang Wanhong became angry and yelled directly at the latter.
"I don't understand? I knew he was made of a puddle of mud, what's wrong?" Luo Qingyun also raised his brows and almost started a quarrel.
But when I thought that today seemed to be the old guy's birthday, I went back to it.
"Okay, you're already 70 or 80 years old, and you're not afraid of the jokes of those younger people outside. There's nothing to argue about over a teapot."
The one who spoke was Dugu Aotian, he was the oldest among them, and he had led several people to fight in the past, so he was considered the most prestigious one.
As soon as he said this, the room became quite quiet.
"Old Zhang, put it away quickly. I'm jealous just looking at this thing of yours. I can't help but take it away for you later."
Dugu God smiled and said.
It was a joke, but Zhang Wanhong really took it seriously. He hurriedly wrapped it up and ran to the back room to put it away.
"You said it was just a broken teapot. As for him hiding it?" Luo Qingyun was still puzzled, and Lu Zhaolin also had a puzzled look on his face.
"Lao Luo, if you don't understand this thing if you don't drink tea, ask Lao Tang how this thing is."
Dugu Aotian did not answer Luo Qingyun directly, but directed his words to Tang Jieyuan.
"In the past few years, Gu Jingzhou's purple clay teapots were auctioned. The lowest price was more than 10 million, and the most expensive price was more than 19 million. In recent years, the price of purple clay teapots has continued to rise. If this thing was put up for auction, I estimate that
There is no one who can't get it for 20 million."
"puff……"
Luo Qingyun spat out a mouthful of tea, choking and coughing several times.
"Twenty...twenty million! Just this broken purple clay pot?!"
Luo Qingyun had a look of disbelief, and next to him, Lu Zhaolin was also a little disbelieving.
If something as big as a fist is worth 20 million, isn't it more valuable than gold?
"Twenty million may be higher, Lao Luo, do you understand now?"
As Tang Jieyuan spoke, he glanced at Ye Huang again.
"You guys have invested a lot of money, but giving this thing to this old guy is a complete waste."
"Grandpa Tang, if you want this thing, I will give you one when you celebrate your birthday." Ye Huang said with an apologetic smile.
"Forget it, I already have a handful of Lao Gu's things. If I want them again, I'll just leave them there."
Shaking his head, Tang Jieyuan was moved, but he was still not ready to ask Emperor Ye to take this thing.
He knew that even if Emperor Ye could get it, it would probably cost a lot of money. For a teapot, he would not be able to do this if he had to spend money on it.
Here, Emperor Ye couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Mr. Tang was not prepared to ask for it.
If he really wants to do this thing again, he will probably go out and beg for help.
After Mr. Zhang Wanhong came out from hiding the purple clay pot, he was inevitably ridiculed by several old people. The latter blushed but felt extremely happy.
"Just be jealous. From now on, I will keep this thing as a family heirloom. After a few generations, even if my Zhang family declines and I put it up for auction, I won't be able to trouble them."
"I thought you, old man, wanted this thing to accompany you to your grave."
"You old thing, it's my birthday today and you are telling me this, so be careful if I get in trouble with you!"
After glaring at Luo Qingyun, Zhang Wanhong looked extremely angry.
The old people at this table had been making a fuss for a while, and it was almost noon.
Ye Chaoyang, who had never appeared, also rushed over, followed by Ye Fengbo, Ye Zhiqiu and others. The whole family was finally here.
Ye Huang naturally wanted to join his family. After some polite banter, everyone finally sat down.
At this time, Beitang Hongfeng, who had been unable to get out of Zhongnanhai, finally rushed over.
