The Young Emperor knows porcelain, but all he plays with are antiques. As long as a piece of porcelain of any age is put in front of his eyes, he can tell at a glance which era it is from, which kiln it comes from, and how much it is worth.
But how many people understand modern porcelain, let alone how many people collect it? It’s worthless!
"And I don't think this is valuable. It's obviously very poorly made." Murong Xitian pointed at the enameled porcelain vase in a shameless manner, "Luo'er, think about it, compared with the one in your room, which one is better?"
From her room?
Xia Ziluo glanced at it curiously and exclaimed: "Haha, the one in my room is indeed better than this one. And there are more than one. Take out any one at random, they are all worth a fortune."
Nani? He’s not as good as the one in her room?
And she has many others, all of which are more valuable than him?
The Young Emperor is no longer calm. This enamel-colored porcelain vase cost him more than 60 million when he bought it. It is estimated that it costs more than 100 million now.
Could it be that the identities of these two people are really extraordinary?
The young emperor couldn't help but look at the two of them again, and felt more and more that they had a natural nobility. This kind of nobility was not something ordinary people could have. Maybe they were the descendants of some aristocratic family.
It would be even better if this was the case. Being friends with nobles from aristocratic families would only bring benefits and no harm to him.
"Yes, how can I compare with you? This is worthless." The young emperor said with a smile, as if nothing happened, "Let's eat and try the skills of my chef here."
"Okay." Xia Ziluo sat down happily. Her stomach was already growling with hunger.
Murong Xitian also sat down, but found that there were no chopsticks on the table, and there were tableware for Western food - knives, forks and spoons, all of which were polished.
"Xitian, I'll teach..." Seeing that he didn't move, Xia Ziluo immediately and considerately wanted to teach him how to use it.
Unexpectedly, the next moment, Murong Xitian had already picked up the knife and fork, not at all like using it for the first time, skillfully cut the black truffle steak, put it in his mouth and ate it.
Xia Ziluo blinked: "Xitian, how many things did you watch in one night?"
"Not many. Humanities and geography, history and politics, chemistry and physics, Chinese and English..." Murong Xitian recounted what he had read one by one, "But the most important ones are chemistry and physics, especially firearms. I have been reading them all the time."
Nani?
Did you finish reading all of this in one night?
She went to school at the age of six and studied for more than ten years, but she didn't understand much. She could do it all in one night?
Xia Ziluo's mouth opened wide: "Oh my god, have you ever tested your IQ? It shouldn't be more than 180, a super genius?"
"Well, I tried it out of curiosity. I don't know if the webpage is broken or there is a problem with the program settings. I haven't calculated it all night. I don't want to wait, so I just turned it off. One day when I have free time, I can
Program it, improve it and then test it." Murong Xitian picked up the wine glass and tasted the wine, his movements were natural and elegant, and his gestures showed nobility.
"Programming...?" Xia Ziluo was startled.
One night, he even learned to program?
"Fortunately, I'm only back for a few days. Why don't you make us modern people miserable?" Xia Ziluo puffed out his cheeks and sighed, and the delicacies in his mouth suddenly became bland and tasteless.
As the young emperor listened to their conversation, he felt more and more strange about their identities.
