"Father, don't believe it, I won't sell this small jar of wine for less than 50,000 yuan. This is the finest wine, with only ten jars of production per year, and there is not a drop more. Li Chengqian pointed to the wine jar the size of a human head on the table, opened his mouth and began to brag.

In front of the old man, there are not many opportunities to brag, Li Chengqian naturally will not let go of this opportunity, and for a while, Li Er was dumbfounded when he heard it, and the eldest grandson was dumbfounded.

The old eunuch Fang, who had drunk two glasses of wine and was already flushed, licked his lips even harder, and it seemed that he couldn't take the wine glass just now and lick it twice.

The grain of winemaking requires the same amount of rice per ear, and the grain of rice is also required to be extremely uniform and one in size. After the rice is selected, the husks are removed by pure virgins under the age of 14 with cherry lips and shell teeth...... Wait a minute.

According to Li Chengqian, a jar of wine, from material selection, to processing, to sealing, there are no less than hundreds of processes. Millennial Ganoderma lucidum, 100-year-old ginseng, 10-year deer antler velvet...... There are countless kinds of precious Chinese herbal medicines.

But the recipe...... Not enough for outsiders either.

Li Chengqian was completely addicted to this speech, and he blew it for about an hour, foaming at the corners of his mouth, and then he could hold his mouth, took the tea that had been cold, and poured a big sip.

"Why, how can it be so wasteful? This wine ...... "Empress Eldest Sun didn't know what to say, she was always simple, she couldn't imagine that it would be so cumbersome for a jar of wine, and it would cost a lot.

Li Er patted his wife's hand lightly, and looked at Li Chengqian with deep meaning: "This wine really only has ten jars?" ”

"Father, this is the most high-quality, there are only ten altars, and each altar costs 50,000 yuan; There is also a second-class one, with an annual output of 100 jars, and the price of each jar is 10,000 yuan; As for the lowest, the annual output of 1,000 jars, each jar costs 1,000 yuan. ”

"Two and a half million guan!" Li Er calculated the price of all the sales, and then asked lightly: "Do you really think that my people in the Tang Dynasty can afford such an expensive wine?" ”

"Huh? The people of Datang? This wine is not sold in Datang at all. Li Chengqian thought about it, and seemed to be blowing too much just now, forgetting something, so he added: "Father, Daqin, Dashi, Tubo, Tuyuhun, Goguryeo, Silla, Baekje, etc., there are too many rich people in these countries, and buying a jar of limited edition Datang wine for 50,000 guan is nothing to them." ”

"What those aliens need is identity and decency, and when they celebrate, what a glory it is to be able to come up with Datang's limited edition wine, and they can still afford it for tens of thousands."

"These 50,000 guan are not only selling wine, but also rights and status. When you open this jar of wine, you will remember that there are only nine people in the world who will be the same as you at most, and that unique feeling is definitely not something that can be bought back by 50,000 yuan. ”

After another tea time, Li Er let out a long sigh, and didn't know what to say for a while.

Because at the same time that Li Chengqian ended this paragraph, he even wanted to keep all these wines and not sell a single jar.

But is it possible? As long as it is something that the bastard personally handles, he knows that there must be a problem with his ass, and the better he says it, the more serious he says, the bigger the problem will be, and whoever takes his words as true will be the biggest fool in the world.

So, Li Er asked a question that he was most concerned about: "Prince, you can tell me directly how much the cost of these wines is." ”

Everyone pricked up their ears, intending to hear a shocking price, and they would be able to get 2.5 million guan after all of them, and the cost would not be too low.

Even the eldest grandson set his eyes on Li Chengqian, took a deep breath, and prepared to listen to a shocking number.

"Twenty thousand?" Li Er looked at the two fingers that his son stretched out and nodded slightly.

An investment of 20,000 yuan, in exchange for 2.5 million yuan, a hundredfold return, is quite good.

As a result, Li Chengqian shook his head, showing that the old man guessed wrong.

"Two hundred thousand?" Empress Eldest Sun asked.

"No, it's high." Li Chengqian continued to compare the two fingers, hesitated, and glanced at Lao Li and the eldest grandson: "Two, two!" ”

Li Er felt that Li Chengqian was already crazy, or maybe he was crazy, two yuan of things, this bastard dared to sell it for two hundred and fifty thousand yuan.

What the hell is wrong with this world and why is it so crazy? With an investment of two dollars, in exchange for 12,500 times the return, I really don't know how this bastard has a brain, why does he have such a strange idea? Is this possible?

Empress Eldest Sun didn't have any ideas anymore, she just felt that there was nothing in this world to stop her son from continuing to toss.

First tossed 'Lanruo Temple', then tossed the East Palace, then Shandong, then the entire Tang Dynasty, and later the Wa Kingdom, Turkic, and Tubo.

Now, there is no place that he hasn't tossed, and the bastard boy has begun to set his sights on the wider world, and Daqin and Da Shi, who are thousands of miles away, have not escaped from his palm.

Back then, Li Er took her across the Central Plains, and vowed to kill all the heroes in the world and make her the most noble woman in the Central Plains.

Looking at it now, compared with his son, the old man's ambitions seem to be smaller, and his vision is narrower.

Could this be the blue? Or the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves?

No one has considered the question of whether Datang has grain and wine, how much grain can be bought with two dollars? It is now four years of Zhenguan, and the price of grain has fallen to four ~ five dollars a bucket, and if it is calculated by catties, two yuan can buy more than 6,000 catties.

Is Datang short of more than 6,000 catties of grain now? Not bad, right? Every month, no less than a million catties of rice are brought back from the south. More than 6,000 catties of grain is nothing, even if it is a jar, it can't be sold, at most it is used as feeding dogs, and it is not distressing at all.

And just with Li Chengqian's broken mouth, the dead can be said to be alive, and there is no such thing as not being able to sell it.

Two and a half million, even if it is half, there is one million two hundred and fifty thousand, how much is that? After saving up for a few years, you can build another Daming Palace in Longshouyuan, right?

Also, Luoyang's Jiucheng Palace will also be repaired, and the money will also come out of it.

One million and two hundred and fifty thousand in one year, one hundred and twenty million in ten years, and a hundred years ......, I have to say that Li Er is thinking a little too much now.

But soon Li Er thought of a very practical question, why should he give Li Xiaogong half of it? That guy just invested 250,000 yuan, a tenth of the money, and wanted to take half of the profit? How could there be such a good thing in the world......

(End of chapter)