On the night of the National Day, when Huang Jingyao came home with drunkenness, he found that his yard was brightly lit again as soon as he arrived home. It was already past 11 o'clock in the evening, which was really not in line with his parents' usual routine. I read the novel.

Walking into the main hall, he immediately found his parents sitting on the sofa in the living room, and a shabby porcelain bottle was placed on the glass table in the center, while the two of them stared at the porcelain bottle in a daze.

"What's going on?" Huang Jingyao entered the house in surprise. Although he looked at the porcelain bottle a few more times, he did not find anything unique.

Huang Weibing suddenly stood up, and his originally dull face suddenly became excited, "Jingyao, you don't know what this porcelain bottle is. It seems to be an antique, it is quite valuable."

"Where did it come from?" Huang Jingyao was a little surprised again.

Huang Weibing then touched the back of his head and said, "Isn't this a way for your mother to pack up some things and prepare to let her go to your brother's place during the holidays? When I cleaned up, I just rummaged through the cabinets and didn't know why I flipped through the house. At that time, I thought it was quite funny. At noon, I broke a bottle that looked worth hundreds of thousands of yuan. I joked with your mother that there was actually one in our house."

"Then, Li Jun came with another person, the one who sold the bottles at noon. They came to apologize. Two of them almost knelt down to me and said that we would let them go. As a result, the bottle seller knelt down and saw my bottle. He exclaimed on the spot that the bottle looked good. He picked it up and studied it for a while before he told me that if his quality was not bad, it should be the blue and white Eight Auspicious Bottle of the Blue and White Eight Auspicious Bottle of the Qiankun Period, which was very expensive. According to him, at an auction a few years ago, the same bottle was auctioned for more than 6 million. More than 6 million. If it weren't for the improper storage of our bottle, there would be cracks or something, it might be even more valuable."

"He said a lot, something that sounds very touching, and your mother and I don't understand. I only remembered this name. He wrote it down for me, but the one who sold the bottle also patted his chest and said, "This bottle is absolutely valuable. Even if there are slight cracks, the cracks are really too subtle. As long as it is genuine, it will be easy to sell for more than one million yuan."

After saying a few words, Huang Jingyao didn't know how to describe his mood at this moment.

Can porcelain worth millions be found from their corners rummaging through boxes and cabinets? This is a huge fortune.

"I have a little impression of this bottle. It seems that I bought it more than 20 years ago. At that time, I thought it was quite good when I was in the market. I bought it for flower arrangement, but it didn't take long to know where I received it..." Li Xiulan also had a strange expression at this time.

"The bottle seller brought by Li Jun also told me the phone number of Mr. Hu, saying that Mr. Hu is not only a professional in this regard, but also a rich collector. He should be interested in this. If we want to sell it, we can try it with him." Huang Weibing spoke again, and even raised a note in his hand.

There is a string of phone numbers on it and the name of the tongue twister porcelain.

After saying that, he said excitedly and unbelievablely, "Jingyao, we are not dreaming, can we turn a broken bottle and sell it for millions?"

Huang Jingyao had drunk before, but he had to do it in the afternoon thanks to the help of some neighbors in the same village. He hadn't been together for a long time, so he set up a stall at Huang Wei's house. He also didn't expect that so many things would happen when he got home after a banquet.

But if you think about it carefully, this should be another manifestation of literary talent affecting wealth.

Huang Jingyao doesn’t understand antiques, but he also knows a saying: it seems that in recent years, antiques have indeed become more and more popular.

If this is a bottle that appears due to literary spirit, then it is probably the authentic one.

Thanks to a series of accidents before, my father wouldn't care even if he turned out the bottle at home. After all, no one in their family understood this, and no one had paid attention to this matter. If he didn't care, maybe there might be some bumps to...

After thinking about it, he smiled and said, "Since we bought this bottle, no matter what the reason is, it is still quite good to keep for so long. It may be an antique, so let's find someone to identify it."

"If the authenticity is still available after the appraisal, you don't have to worry about the money."

Because of certain psychological expectations, Huang Jingyao's mentality was still stable, but his parents did not sleep all night and had insomnia all night. When Huang Jingyao got up early the next morning, they were still paced back and forth in the living room and the courtyard. After walking for a while, they had to go back to the living room to see the bottle.

Even Huang Jingyao spoke out several times, but no matter how he persuaded him, it would be useless.

It was another hour or two later that a car drove out of Huangzhuang Village. He stopped at Huang Jingyao's doorstep and walked down three figures in turn. Wang Xuedong was with him, while the other two were old and middle-aged. The elderly were dressed in refreshing clothes, while middle-aged people were in a suit.

Huang Jingyao called Wang Xuedong and asked if he knew anyone who knew antiques and wanted to ask some to help identify them.

Regardless of whether you have confidence or not, it is not too troublesome to seek more appraisal and guarantee.

"Director Wang, I'm asking you again."

Huang Jingyao quickly stepped forward to greet him, Wang Xuedong waved his hand and laughed. After being polite, he introduced, "Teacher Huang, this is my old leader. He likes to study antiques after retirement and has a great reputation in the industry. This is Mr. Liu, a big collector in our county."

"Don't say that these are all but none, where are the bottles? If it's really a blue and white Eight Auspicious Bottle, then I'll be open to my eyes. I've been in this industry for decades, but I haven't seen the authentic ones." In Wang Xuedong's introduction, the energetic old leader laughed and scolded, with a hint of anxiety and expectation, and tiptoed over Huang Jingyao's shoulder and looked into the yard.

Another General Liu took out a cigarette before smiling at Huang Jingyao, "Teacher Huang, if it is true, you have to take action on this bottle, but you should give priority to me. If you have an old acquaintance like Director Wang, you can rest assured that I will definitely tell you fairly and will not be cheaper than any outsider."

Mr. Liu was also full of hope in his words.

Then, Huang Jingyao invited the two of them to enter in a courteous manner. As soon as he entered the main hall, the old leader was attracted by the bottle at a glance. He was both excited and gently stepped forward, and began to look up and down around the glass table. The more he looked, the rosy his face became. Finally, he took out tools such as magnifying glass from the bag he was carrying with him to observe carefully.

"What a pity, what a pity, why is such a good moon-holding bottle not properly preserved? If it weren't for this flaw, then this moon-holding bottle would be perfect."

After a long time, the old leader was full of satisfaction and blushed with a strong regret. (To be continued. (.))
Chapter completed!