I am Qinxing No.1

Chapter 173 New Professional Skills

Yuan Zidan beckoned and summoned the staff of the auction house to whisper a few words, and the manager of the auction house rushed over after a short while. The talented Yuan in front of him was a real master, and the auction house still hoped to keep good relations with him. It's a relationship, I'd like to ask for some 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, but in fact they had to agree.

After all, this altar of wine ointment is different from Monk Juran's paintings. I guess no one will pay a big price for it except me, Suiyuan.

But we still need to take the picture first, the auction house just agreed to open the altar for inspection on the spot, if there is really a problem with this jar of century-old wine paste, they promised to return it.

Brother Zhou, are you absolutely sure about judging this altar of wine ointment?In case there is a problem, can you come up with convincing evidence?

Manager Wu said just now that Ma Shiqing's descendants entrusted the auction house with this century-old wine ointment, and with Ma Shiqing's "Shui Shuo" in it, there is absolutely no mistake."

Zhou Dong was about to answer when he heard the long-lost system sound: "A random mission appears, the host is the real Chinese Dionysus, this "Shui Shuo" belongs to you, please be sure to get this book!
After completing the task, the host will get a chef professional skill, note: this skill is a single high skill, closely related to Chinese cuisine, but it is not the basic skill of a chef."

Mysteriously, it's not a single food or dish like Goubuli?In addition to the basic skills of the red and white table and the stove, what other professional skills do chefs 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 his answer, and after thinking for a while, he said, "If the wine ointment is fake or not old enough, I can prove it. But if the wine ointment It's true, that "Water Talk"."

"Haha, that "Shui Shuo" is naturally owned by Brother Zhou.

The Yuquan Mountain in the past has long been a legend, and now there is no good water in Kyoto, and the Yuan family is too lazy to go out to brew bootleg wine; the wine in Suiyuan is bought directly from some famous winemakers, or Maotai, Wuliangye, a treasure among big brands, is not suitable for Yuan's family to make such hard work. "

Yuan Zidan smiled and glanced at Zhou Dong: "Yuan didn't expect that brother Zhou would be so disdainful of century-old wine cream, but so interested in this "Water Classic". Could it be that you are still a master wine maker?"

"Then it's a deal, and I won't be polite to you, Brother Yuan."

Zhou Dong smiled lightly: "Although the century-old wine paste is good, it's a pity that it's just bamboo leaf green. This wine has a good reputation, but it's not necessarily the top rice wine."

"Oh, really?"

Yuan Zidan looked at Zhou Dong in surprise, and didn't even pay attention to the Zhuyeqing brewed by the ancient method. Does this brother Zhou really understand wine?

Zhuyeqing is a special type of wine.

In ancient times, it belonged to rice wine, which was brewed from glutinous rice wine, bamboo leaves and some Chinese medicinal materials; in modern times, Fenjiu is used as the base wine, and various Chinese medicinal materials are also added, which has become "Xinzhu Yeqing". It is classified into the category of health-preserving liquor.

Ma Shiqing was a wine master in the Qing Dynasty, so he naturally brewed this jar of wine paste according to the ancient method; this makes it even more precious, as it is almost impossible to see Zhuyeqing brewed by the ancient method in modern times, let alone this wine paste that has been brewed for a hundred years?After all, rare things are expensive.

Zhou Dong drank tea slowly and ate refreshments, as if he was not ready to answer Yuan Zidan's question.

Xia Chong is beyond words, with his current level of legendary wine making, even if Yuan Mei is still alive, I am afraid that he is not qualified to discuss wine with him, let alone Yuan Zidan.

After spending two days together, Yuan Zidan had already gotten used to Zhou Dong's hot and cold personality, so he didn't think it was a problem. At this time, the auction officially started, which completely attracted his attention.

Zhou Dong, on the other hand, had no interest and felt drowsy after reading it. If he hadn't been looking forward to Ma Shiqing's "Shui Shuo", he might have left the scene by himself.

Yuan Zidan was quite interested, and he had already photographed a pair of Lang Hongmei vases in a short period of time. Zhou Dong really couldn't understand that this pair of things could be worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, and they didn't think it would be convenient to use them to pickle pickles.

"Hehe, Brother Zhou doesn't know. It's really hard to find Lang Hong boutiques from official kilns. This pair is already considered the best in private kilns. If it were official kilns, the price would have to be at least ten times higher."

"Well, good-looking is good-looking, but it's useless. It would be great if the bottle mouth was bigger. 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 pissed off; and the giant banner landscape he had been paying attention to was the next lot. According to the rules of the auction house, he VIPs of different levels can ask to come up and appreciate it, so as to decide whether to bid for it later.

Yuan Zidan left quickly and came back quickly. After sitting down, he just sneered, and was so angry that he even drank the Yuqian Longjing that he had dismissed before, and then slammed the teacup: "It's unreasonable, it's 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 that of Qinhang. Small and medium-sized auction houses like Huachen are more prone to problems.

Yuan Zidan himself is a master of calligraphy and painting, so of course he couldn't hide the truth from him, so he didn't bid at the moment, but just sneered and watched a few rich money chasing bids there.

If he hadn't been thinking about the century-old wine cream, Yuan Zidan would have patted his ass and left long ago.

After patiently waiting for the No. 16 piece of century-old wine paste, Yuan Zidan glanced at the auctioneer who was introducing the wine paste, and said with a smile: "We are not in a hurry to bid. I am afraid that no one will buy this jar of wine paste except us." I agree with the reserve price given by the auction house.”

The money of the wealthy locals was not brought by strong winds. The reserve price of 180 million was considered high for a jar of wine cream; Lost interest.

Blending or something, in their opinion, it is simply too low, with this money, it is better to buy a few bottles of 82 Lafite or something, whether you will drink it or not, at least it looks good, doesn't it?

"Gentlemen and ladies, this jar of century-old wine ointment was made by Mr. Ma Shiqing, the imperial wine master of the Qing Dynasty. Kiln boutique."

The knowledgeable people in the audience immediately curled their lips when they saw it. Shit official kiln boutiques are just wine jars produced in large quantities by official kilns. Like the fireproof cylinders in the Forbidden City, they are ordinary utensils at most, and they have nothing to do with antiques. !
There was no one to respond to the first bid, and the auctioneer felt a little nervous, feeling that he was about to run out of things to write.

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

Money is nothing to Yuan Zidan, but he has to wait for the auctioneer to bid for the third time when no one responds and the auction is about to pass.

"The third bid, century-old wine paste, 180 million, each bid is 10 yuan, is there any bid, is there any bid!"

The auctioneer secretly shook his head, two lots have already been passed in today, it seems that this is going to break the third lot?

(End of this chapter)