Chapter 65

"Don't get excited, old man. I don't know if there is any old wine in my family. If you really want to buy it, I'll go back and show it to you."

Hao Shuai pushed the old man's hand away. His small eyes under his thick glasses were shining with jumping light, and the flesh on his face was beating.

He never thought that the jar of wine that his father asked him to bring was so valuable. When he brought it, he hated shame. However, after thinking about it, it would be good if he really wanted to make 50 years of home-made wine.

In fact, he deliberately forced Han Zhongbao to fight back just now. When the spearheads were united, he could not lose his momentum.

Hao Shuai, who has been practising antique archives for two years, has a small abacus, but he doesn't mention the price. At that time, this gentleman really wants to talk about the price.

"Little brother, let's make an agreement. This is my business card. You have to call me then." The old man took out a gold hard card and put it into Hao Shuai's hand.

At first, Hao Shuai's eyes were flashed by the card. Then he felt heavy and thought, is this card gold? Does this old man seem to be a gold owner? Is he going to kill him?

"This old gentleman, you didn't even drink it. How do you know that his wine is good wine? Besides, how can you exaggerate like that? Two million yuan for a jar of wine, and some foreign wines of two or three hundred years don't have this price." Han Zhongbao is not happy.

The old man stood up to hit him in the face. How could he be happy?

A second generation named Xiao Xujie opened his mouth and said, "that's right, old man, what you said is too exaggerated. How do you know this wine is good wine?"

"That's to say, I didn't drink it. How do you know?" The second generation, Dong Xueyou, is also perfunctory.

In fact, a lot of people think so. They don't drink. Then they say it's good.

the old gentleman heard someone questioned him on the wine, though he was very old, but his temper was quite strong. "With my nose, I can smell that this wine is good wine, and do not compare what foreign wine to our Chinese Baijiu, compared to our wine, they are just a fart."

"Ha ha, Lao Guo, you are still so hot tempered." Mo Yunjing saw a few people around here and came over to see the old gentleman. He laughed and said, "you may not know him in the light of the year. He speaks of Lao Guo. He has a nickname called" king of Sichuan ". His Dukang liquor is considered the boss of our Chinese baijiu. The Wuliangye, Zhuyeqing and other wines he brewed were specially made for the imperial court in Kyoto. Many of them were used to entertain foreign guests, so he said that he had a good nose and absolutely had no choice to run. "

"He's Guo Dakang, the king of wine. No way."

"Du Kang liquor is the big boss of Baijiu".

"I really can't believe that he is Guo Dakang."

"Since Guo Dakang said so, this wine must be right."

After knowing the identity of Guo Dakang, many people murmured.

Wine culture has a history of thousands of years in China. How many peddlers, scholars, princes and generals are people who love wine, and wine culture is almost full of all walks of life. Wine in the hearts of the Chinese people, in fact, virtually occupies a very important position.

even now, beer red wine and so on are full of the society today, Baijiu on the Chinese table status has not much shaken. Guo Dakang, a

wine king, is a very famous figure. His family's Du Kang liquor industry is the leading body of Baijiu liquor. Its annual output value is much larger than that of the five people in Jiangnan City.

"Mr. Guo, I'm Han Zhongbao of the Han family in Jiangnan. I have eyes and don't know Taishan. I'm here to make amends for Mr. Guo. In fact, I don't mean anything else. Please don't blame Mr. Guo." Han Zhongbao said with a red face and neck.

Although he scolded Guo Dakang in his heart, he had to apologize.

Guo Dakang didn't want to mind anything with him. Instead, he snorted and said to Mo Yunjing with a smile: "Lao Mo, you praise me so much that I'm going to heaven. In fact, I'm just a craftsman. Today, this little brother gives you a jar of fifty year plum blossom wine as a gift. We have to sit down."

He is a master of wine making. He is also a man of good wine. When he meets good wine, he can't walk. Like a greedy cat smelling fishy, the wine bug comes up.

Mo Yunjing naturally knew what he meant, but he deliberately sold a pass and didn't mention the wine first.

"Mr. Hao Shuai Hao, give me a jar of excellent wine." After Lao Chen finished writing, he yelled.

When he heard this, Hao Shuai was so cool. Because of this jar of wine, he made a small show.

"My little brother, your name is Hao. Is your father's name Hao Dabao?" After hearing Hao Shuai's name, Guo Dakang, who originally wanted to move, was surprised to hold Hao Shuai.

Hao Shuai said, "my surname is Hao, and my grandfather's name is Hao Dabao."

"Ha ha, ha ha, how can I see plum blossom wine today. You're so fat. You're a little like Hao Dabao. You turned out to be his grandson. OK, you'll take me to see your grandfather later. I haven't seen him for decades. " Guo Dakang road.He can't help sighing at the thought that he suddenly knew the letter he hadn't seen in decades.

Hao Shuai nodded and agreed. At the moment, all kinds of YY were in his heart. What's the origin of his old man? Is it hard for me to turn over the salted fish? At the beginning, the fortune teller said that I had a young master's life. Is it true.

After all, there are still many guests waiting for their gift registration.

When Du Yu's gift box was opened, Lao Chen frowned slightly when he saw that Du Yu's painting was not mounted. But when he saw who drew the picture, he almost didn't curse his mother. He took a look at Du Yu, and then muttered to the man who helped him register.

"Lao Guo, look at this painting..." Old Chen Dao.

Naturally, Lao Guo saw the signature of the painting, and knew that it was Shi Tao's signature.

The two of them are responsible for the registration of gifts. Naturally, they understand these things, although they dare not give fake gifts here.

When Lao Guo saw it, he frowned and looked sad.

Let's not say whether it's true or not. This painting hasn't been mounted, so it doesn't seem to be true. The key is that all the paintings handed down by Shi Tao are labeled. Suddenly, a piece that has never been recorded will pop up, and they don't dare to handle it.

"It's hard for me to remember this painting." Lao Guo grabs Mo Xiaoshan and whispers to him.

Lao Guo can't say that Du Yu's painting is fake in front of so many people. He already knows the relationship between Du Yu and Mo Xiaoshan, so he doesn't dare to open his mouth easily.

But then again, Du Yu grew up with a pair of fake paintings as gifts. He wanted to find fault with the Mo family.

"It's so wordy. How can you remember it?" Mo Xiaoshan is not happy.

What happened to Hao Shuai just now has upset Mo Xiaoshan a little, but now they both say so.

Lao Guo and Chen look at each other and make sure they pay attention. Anyway, Du Yu and Mo Xiaoshan have a good relationship. When something really happens, Mo Xiaoshan will go directly to Du Yu.

"Mr. Du Yudu, give a landscape painting to Shi Tao, the four monks of the Qing Dynasty." Lao Chen yelled loudly.

"Shi Tao's landscape paintings, what's the origin of Du Yu, are so big."

"Is Shi Tao's painting definitely Shi Tao's?"

"No, it's Shi Tao's painting."

"What's the origin of Du Yu? He sent Shi Tao's paintings."

Mr. Chen's call attracted many people's attention.

You know, most of the people who come here are rich people, some of them are fond of antiques. When they heard that someone sent Shi Tao, they immediately attracted some people who love painting.

"Is it really Shi Tao's painting? It's a good thing."

"Let me have a look at Shi Tao's paintings."

An old man with a bald head came over and saw the picture on a table that he was going to roll up and take back. When he saw that the picture was not even mounted, he said bluntly: "this is Shi Tao's words. It's a trick. It's not even mounted."

Han Zhongbao, who was standing behind him, saw the old man speak. He was holding a fire in his heart and said directly: "I said Du Yu, you are really interesting. You and Mo Xiaoshan are also good brothers. You took a fake painting to deceive Mo Xiaoshan. You said you were not ashamed. Even if your painting was fake, you made it more exquisite."

This bald old man is sun Weizheng. He is a professor of Jiangnan Academy of fine arts. He has a lot of research on calligraphy and painting. So after hearing what he said, Han Zhongbao plans to stand up and choke.

What happened to Hao Shuai just now has made him bow down and admit his mistake. Now he is holding a fire in his heart.

"I said, Han Zhongbao, did you come to find fault today? Master Sun, you are too arbitrary. Why do you say that Yuzi's painting is not mounted, and then it's fake?" Mo Xiaoshan didn't recognize him. With his understanding of Du Yu these days, it seems that Du Yu is a tiger, but everything is reliable.

"That's to say, old man, we can't talk nonsense. Antiques is a very serious business. Even if it is verified to be genuine, it may be fake." Hao Shuai's words seem to be a way of teaching.

Sun Wei is said that is an old face flushed, "you guys, what did I say, I said a word to fool ghosts, and did not say that this thing is true or false."

When Han Zhongbao heard this, he felt sick like swallowing a rat excrement. Mom, you don't know whether it's true or not. What are you talking about.

"Han Zhongbao, you said that my painting is fake. How do you know that my painting is fake? I see that what you are holding is also a painting. I also said that your painting is fake?" Du Yu said rudely.

"There must be a reason why I said your painting is fake. Didn't Lin Yangfei last time I saw you buy an ancient painting similar to this one, which is also painted by Shi Tao. Other people's paintings have been identified by many experts as authentic. No doubt, you said your painting is not fake. Is his one fake?" Han Zhongbao has no stage fright and is very determined.