"Father, don't believe it. I won't sell this small jar of wine, less than 50,000 guan. This is the best good wine, with only ten jars of output per year, and there is no more drop." Li Chengqian pointed to the wine jar as big as a head on the table, opened his mouth and began to brag.

In front of the old man, there are not many opportunities to brag, so Li Chengqian naturally would not miss this opportunity. For a moment, the awesome mountain sound made Li Er stunned and Changsun dumbfounded.

After drinking two glasses of wine, the old eunuch Fang, who was already blushing, kept licking his lips. It seemed that he could not take the glass of wine just now and then lick it twice.

The grains for brewing wine require the same amount of rice, and the grains of rice must also be extremely uniform, with a size of one to one. After selecting the rice, the pure virgin under fourteen years old will remove the rice husks with cherry lips and teeth... etc.

According to Li Chengqian, a jar of wine, from selection of materials, processing, and then storage, has hundreds of processes. Thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, hundred-year-old ginseng, ten-year-old deer antler... countless kinds of precious Chinese herbal medicines.

But the formula... is not worthy of being used by outsiders.

Li Chengqian was completely satisfied with this speech. After whispering for about an hour, he foamed at the corner of his mouth before he could barely stop speaking, took the cold tea and took a big mouthful.

"Why, why is it so filthy? This wine..." Empress Changsun didn't know what to say. She was so simplistic that she could never have imagined that it would be so cumbersome and filthy for a jar of wine.

Li Erze gently patted his wife's hand and looked at Li Chengqian with deep meaning: "There are only ten jars of wine?"

"Father, the best ones are only ten caucuses, each price is 50,000 guan; there are also second-class ones that produce hundreds of caucuses annually, each price is 10,000 guan; as for the lowest ones, each price is 1,000 guan, each price is 1,000 guan."

"Two.5 million guan!" Li Er calculated the price of all the selling, and then asked lightly: "Do you really think that the people of the Tang Dynasty can afford such expensive wine?"

"Ah? People of the Tang Dynasty? This wine is not sold in the Tang Dynasty at all." Li Chengqian thought about it. He seemed to be hyping just now and forgot something. So he added: "Father, Daqin, Dashi, Tubo, Tuyuhun, Goguryeo, Silla, Baekje, etc. There are too many rich people in these countries. Buying a jar of limited edition Datang wine for 50,000 yuan is nothing to them."

"What those aliens need is identity and decent. What a glory it would be to be able to produce the limited edition wine of the Tang Dynasty during celebrations. They can still afford it if they are just tens of thousands of yuan."

"These 50,000 guan sell not only wine, but also rights and status. When you open this jar of wine, you will remember that at most nine people in the world will be the same as themselves. That unique feeling is definitely not something that can be bought for 50,000 guan."

Another cup of tea passed, Li Er sighed long, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Because while Li Chengqian finished this passage, he even wanted to keep all the wine and not sell it in a jar.

But is this possible? As long as the kid takes care of himself, he will know that there will be problems with his butt. And the better he says and the more serious he says, the bigger the problem there will be. If anyone listens to his words as real, he will be the biggest fool in the world.

So Li Er asked a question he was most concerned about: "Prince, just tell me directly what the cost of these wines is."

Everyone stood up their ears and planned to hear a shocking price. After all, they could earn 2.5 million pounds by selling them all, and the cost would definitely not be too low.

Even Changsun turned his eyes to Li Chengqian, took a deep breath, ready to listen to a shocking number.

"Twenty thousand cents?" Li Er looked at his son's two fingers stretched out and nodded slightly.

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

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

"Twenty-hundred thousand coins?" Empress Changsun asked.

"No, it's tall." Li Chengqian continued to compare two fingers, hesitated for a moment, and looked at Lao Li and Changsun: "Two, two silos!"

Li Er felt that Li Chengqian was crazy, or that he was crazy, and that he had two jin of money, this kid dared to sell for 250,000 jin.

What's wrong with this world? Why is it so crazy? With a two-cent of money investment, I really don't know how this guy has a brain and why he has such a weird idea? Is this possible?

Empress Changsun had no idea anymore, and only felt that there was nothing in this world that could stop her son from continuing to struggle.

First, we went to the "Lanruo Temple", then to the Eastern Palace, then Shandong, then the entire Tang Dynasty, and later the Japanese, Turks, and Tubo.

Now, there is no place he has not been tossed with. The kid began to turn his attention to the wider world. Daqin and Dashi, those Fanbians that were thousands of miles away, did not escape from his palms.

Back then, Li Er took her to the Central Plains, scattered with swords and horses, vowing to kill all the heroes in the world and make her the most noble woman on the Central Plains.

Now, compared with his son, the old man's original ambition seemed to have been smaller and his vision was narrower.

Is this the best way to be? Or is the next wave of the Yangtze River pushing the previous wave?

No one has ever considered whether there was any question of whether there was a grain-making wine in the Tang Dynasty. How much grain can only be bought with two jin of money? It is now the fourth year of Zhenguan, and the price of grain has dropped to four to five cents per bucket. If you count by jin, two jin of money can buy more than six thousand jin of jin of money.

Is the Tang Dynasty less than 6,000 kilograms of grain now? Isn't it bad? The rice transported from the south every month is less than one million kilograms. What's more than 6,000 kilograms of grain? Even if you can't sell a jar, you can't even feel sorry for feeding dogs at most.

Moreover, with Li Chengqian's broken mouth, even those who die can survive, there is no such thing as not being able to sell it.

Two million guan, even half of it, there are still 1.25 million guan. How much is this? You can build another Daming Palace in Longshouyuan after saving for a few years?

Also, the Jiucheng Palace in Luoyang also needs to be cultivated, and the money must be paid from it.

One hundred and twenty-five million yuan a year, one hundred and twenty-five million yuan a year... I have to say that Li Er is thinking a little more now.

But soon Li Er thought of a very realistic question, why should he share half of it to Li Xiaogong? That guy just invested 250,000 yuan, and wanted to take away half of the profits? How could such a good thing happen in the world...
Chapter completed!