Yuan Zidan beckoned, called the staff of the auction house and whispered a few words, and it didn't take long for the auction house manager to rush over, this Yuan Dacai in front of him is the real master, and the auction house is still counting on maintaining a good relationship with him, so as to ask for a few ink treasures to be auctioned in the future......

After the manager of the auction house left, Yuan Zidan said with a smile: "The auction house agreed, in fact, they had to agree." Mobile

After all, this jar of wine paste is different from the painting of Monk Juran, and it is estimated that no one will pay a lot of money to buy it except for me in Suiyuan.

However, we still had to auction it first, and the auction house only agreed that we would open the jar on the spot and inspect it, and if there was really a problem with the jar of 100-year-old liquor, they promised to return it.

Brother Zhou, do you have absolute confidence in judging this jar of wine ointment? In case there is a problem, can you come up with convincing evidence?

The manager Wu said just now that this jar of century-old wine paste was entrusted to the auction house by Ma Shiqing's descendants, and there is Ma Shiqing's "Water Talk", which is absolutely infallible......"

Zhou Dong was about to answer, when he suddenly heard the long-lost system sound: "A random task appears, the host is the real Chinese god of wine, this "Water Talk" belongs to you, please be sure to get this book!"

After completing the task, the host will receive a professional skill of the chef, note: This skill is a single high-tech skill, which is closely related to Chinese cuisine, but it is not the basic skill of the chef......"

Mysterious, isn't it a single food or dish like Goubuli? In addition to the basic skills of the red and white case and the stove, what other professional skills does the chef have, why don't I know?

Zhou Dong was a little puzzled, but he was not allowed to think about it at this time, Yuan Zidan was still waiting for him to answer, and thought about it: "If this wine paste is fake, or not old enough, I naturally have a way to prove it." But if the wine cream is true, then the book "Water Says" ......"

"Haha, that "Water Talk" is naturally owned by Brother Zhou.

The former Yuquan Mountain has long since become a legend...... There is no good water available in Kyoto now, and the Yuan family is too lazy to go to other places to brew moonshine; the wine in Suiyuan is directly purchased from some famous winemakers, or it is a treasure among big brands such as Moutai and Wuliangye, and it is not suitable for the Yuan family to make such a hard thing as winemaking. ”

Yuan Zidan glanced at Zhou Dong with a smile: "Yuan didn't expect that Brother Zhou actually disdained the century-old wine cream, but he was so interested in this "Water Classic", could it be that you are still a master of winemaking?"

"Then it's a matter of words, I won't be polite to you, Brother Yuan. ”

Zhou Dong smiled faintly: "Although the hundred-year-old wine paste is good, it's a pity that it's just bamboo leaf green." This wine is not famous, but it is not necessarily the top rice wine. ”

"Oh, really?"

Yuan Zidan looked at Zhou Dong in some surprise, and he didn't even pay attention to the bamboo leaf green brewed by the ancient method, does this old brother Zhou really understand wine?

Bamboo leaf green is a special kind of liquor.

In ancient times, it was rice wine, which was brewed from glutinous rice with bamboo leaves and some Chinese medicinal materials, but in modern times, it was made with Fenjiu as the base wine, and various Chinese medicinal materials were also added, as if it had become 'Hsinchu Yeqing', which was classified as health liquor.

Ma Shiqing is the master of imperial wine in the Qing Dynasty, and naturally this jar of wine paste is brewed according to the ancient method; this is even more precious, and in modern times, it is basically impossible to see the bamboo leaf green brewed by the ancient method, not to mention that this is still a hundred years of wine paste? After all, scarcity is expensive.

Zhou Dong slowly drank tea and ate refreshments, seemingly unprepared to answer Yuan Zidan's question.

Xia Worm can't talk about ice, with his current level of legendary-level winemaking, even Yuan Mei is still alive, I'm afraid he is not qualified to discuss wine with him, let alone Yuan Zidan.

After two days of getting along, Yuan Zidan had long been accustomed to Zhou Dong's hot and cold character, and he didn't think it was a pestle, and the auction officially began at this time, which completely attracted his attention.

Zhou Dong was not interested, he was drowsy, if he wasn't looking forward to Ma Shiqing's "Water Talk", I am afraid he would have left the scene by himself.

Yuan Zidan was quite interested, and he had already photographed a pair of Lang Hongmei bottles with a little effort, Zhou Dong really couldn't understand that this pair of things could be worth hundreds of thousands, and it was not good to use them for pickles.

"Hehe, Brother Zhou doesn't know, the Langhong boutique of the official kiln is really difficult to find, this pair is already the best in the private kiln, if it is the official kiln, the price is afraid that it will be at least ten times higher. ”

"Well, it's good-looking, it's just not useful, if the bottle mouth is bigger, it would be good, it can be used to stew duck......"

"Duck stew?"

Yuan Zidan stared at Zhou Dong for a long time, and finally decided not to say anything more to this guy, so as not to be angry to death;

Yuan Zidan went and came back quickly, and after sitting down, he just sneered, and was so angry that he was willing to drink Longjing before the rain, who had disdainful it before, and then slammed the teacup: "How can this be reasonable, it is actually a fake!"

Don't think that there are absolutely no fakes in the auction house, the water in the antique shop is deeper than the diligent line, and small and medium-sized auction houses like Huachen are more prone to problems.

Yuan Zidan himself is a master of calligraphy and painting, and he naturally can't hide whether things are true or not, so he doesn't bid at the moment, but just sneers and watches a few big money bidding and chasing there.

If it weren't for the hundred-year-old wine cream, Yuan Zidan would have patted his ass and left.

Patiently waiting for the sixteenth lot of the 100-year-old wine paste, Yuan Zidan glanced at the auctioneer who was working hard to introduce the wine paste, and smiled: "We are not in a hurry to bid, I am afraid that no one will agree with the reserve price given by the auction house except us......"

The money of the local magnates is not blown by the wind, and the reserve price of 1.8 million yuan is too high for a jar of wine ointment, and when they heard that this thing still needs to be blended before they can be drunk, the local magnates immediately lost interest.

Blending or something, in their opinion, it's too low, with this money, it's better to buy a few bottles of 82 Lafite or something, will you drink the first two words, at least it looks good, isn't it?

"Ladies and gentlemen, this jar of 100-year-old wine paste is from the hand of Mr. Ma Shiqing, the master of imperial wine in the Qing Dynasty, and it is the only one in the world, which can be said to be rare ......and expensive!

The knowledgeable people in the audience pouted directly at a glance, the bullshit official kiln boutique is just a wine jar produced by the official kiln in large quantities, just like the fire tank in the Forbidden City, at most it is an ordinary utensil, and it is not a thing that matches the antique at all!

The first time the bid was unexpectedly unexpectedly unexpectedly a little nervous, and he felt that he was about to be unable to make it up.

Seeing that the auctioneer frequently looked in his direction, Yuan Zidan smiled faintly, and was not in a hurry, took a sip of tea slowly, and continued to watch the auctioneer's performance.

Money is nothing in Yuan Zidan's eyes, but he has to wait for the auctioneer's third bid when no one answers, and the auction is about to be lost.

"The third bid, 1.8 million yuan for 100,000 years, 100,000 yuan each time, no one else bids, and no one bids!"

The auctioneer shook his head secretly, two lots have been sold today, it seems that this is going to break three?