"Grandpa Zhang, please see it yourself, and you will be satisfied." Seeing that the old man's curiosity was raised, Emperor Ye carefully placed the purple clay teapot on the table.

"The package is quite strict, it seems like a treasure."

Zhang Wanhong was about to open it while smiling. At this moment, a few hearty laughter came from outside.

"What baby, let us take it over and let our brothers have a lot of eyes."

As he spoke, Tang Jieyuan, Luo Qingyun and Lu Zhaolin walked into the house one after another.

"Hahaha, it turns out that it's you old ghosts. Come in quickly and give you a lot of eyes."

Seeing that several old friends had come over, Mr. Zhang Wanhong's face was also shining, and his eyes were almost narrowed into a slit.

As soon as the three old men entered the house, Emperor Ye couldn't help but go up to say hello one by one, especially his grandfather. If he had been polite, he would probably get angry again.

After several old people got to know each other, they finally calmed down.

Everyone turned their eyes to the gift brought by Emperor Ye, but Emperor Ye secretly complained.

If several old people were attracted to this thing, they would probably have a big deal. If no one wanted one, they would probably have to spend a lot of money to search for them.

It’s nothing to spend some money to make the old men happy. The key is that the works left by Mr. Gu Jingzhou are only a few of them, and they can’t even buy them for money.

It's really hard to search for this thing myself.

"I thought it was something, it turned out to be a broken pot."

Just after Zhang Wanhong removed the silk wrapped outside, the purple clay teapot finally showed his face. As a result, Emperor Ye waited for it, but instead of a whisper from his grandfather,

Not only my grandfather, but also Mr. Lu Zhaolin was a little disappointed.

However, the person involved, Mr. Zhang Wanhong, stared at the purple clay teapot with his eyes hooked, and could no longer move it away. Mr. Tang Jieyuan next to him and Dugu Aotian, who had just ignored him, had his eyes straightened.

Especially after holding his breath for a while, Old Master Zhang Wanhong trembled and picked up the teapot and looked at it. His eyes were extremely hot, and he looked like he had seen something.

"Xiao Ye, this... you really gave this pot to the old man." After a long time, Zhang Wanhong put down the teapot and looked at Emperor Ye excitedly and asked. He was really afraid that this guy would give the wrong thing and take the thing back.

"Haha, Grandpa Zhang, are you still satisfied?"

"Satisfied, not just satisfaction. Humph, don't you see this old man's eyes popping out? This old man is going crazy if he wants to make a purple clay pot from Gu Jingzhou, but you just delivered it to him."

The person who spoke was not someone else, but Tang Jieyuan, who was acquainted with Zhang Wanhong. Not only Zhang Wanhong, but he was even a little jealous now.

"Xiao Ye, we have agreed that today is my 80th birthday. You gave this thing to the old man. You are not allowed to go back."

"Old man Zhang, isn't it just a purple clay pot? Look at your wealthy mistress. I remember that when I got married, I didn't see you like this."

Luo Qingyun ridiculed him, for him who doesn't like to drink tea, this purple clay teapot is just a thing for tea. I really didn't see anything special.

"You old guy, you know nothing, you have no knowledge. This is the last work of Mr. Gu Jingzhou. There are only a few tricks in China, do you know?"

When he heard Luo Qingyun say this, Mr. Zhang Wanhong became angry and yelled at the latter directly.

"I don't understand, I know he's made of a pool of mud, what's wrong?" Luo Qingyun also raised his eyebrows and almost started to make trouble.

But when I think today seems to be the birthday of this old guy, I did it again.

"Okay, I'm all in my 80s, and I'm not afraid of those younger generations outside. What's the point of fighting for a teapot?"

The one who spoke was Dugu Aotian, who was the oldest among them, and he had brought several people to fight in the past. He was the most prestigious one.

When he said this, the room became much quieter in an instant.

"Old Zhang, hurry up and put it away. I'm jealous of you when I look at you. Don't wait a moment, I can't help but take it away for you."

Dugu Laotian said with a smile,

A joke, but Zhang Wanhong really thought it was real, hurriedly wrapped up, ran to the inner room and put it on.

"You said you're just a broken teapot, as for him to hide it." Luo Qingyun was still puzzled, and Lu Zhaolin also looked puzzled.

"Lao Luo, you don't understand this thing without drinking tea. Ask Lao Tang, how is this thing?"

Dugu Aotian did not directly answer Luo Qingyun, but led his words to Tang Jieyuan.

"A few years ago, the lowest price of Gu Jingzhou's purple clay teapot auction was more than 10 million yuan, and the most expensive was more than 19 million yuan. In recent years, the price of purple clay teapots has continued to rise. If I take this thing out for auction, I guess I can't get it for less than 20 million yuan."

"puff……"

Luo Qingyun spit out a mouthful of tea, and he coughed several times after being choked.

"Two...two million, just this broken purple clay teapot."

Luo Qingyun looked disbelief, and Lu Zhaolin next to him was also a little disbelief.

A big fist is worth 20 million, isn't that more valuable than gold?

"It's just 20 million may be higher. Lao Luo, now you understand."

Tang Jieyuan said, and glanced at Emperor Ye again.

"You guys have spent a lot of money. This thing is a waste of this old guy."

"Grandpa Tang, if you want this thing, I will give you one too after your birthday," said Ye Huang with apologized,

"Forget it, I have a handful of Lao Gu's things, so I'll put them on any longer."

Shaking his head, although Tang Jieyuan was moved, he was still not ready to ask Emperor Ye to take this thing.

He knew that even if Emperor Ye could get it, it would probably cost a lot of money. He could not do this for a teapot and spend money on the younger generation.

On this side, when Emperor Ye saw that Mr. Tang was not ready to ask for it, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

If he really wants to make this thing again, he will probably go out and ask for help.

After Mr. Zhang Wanhong, who had hidden the purple clay pot, came out, he could not avoid being ridiculed by several old men. The latter blushed but was extremely happy.

"You are just jealous. From now on, I will produce this thing as a treasure for the family. After several generations, even if my Zhang family is declining and auctioned, it will be difficult for them."

"I thought your old guy wanted to let this thing stay with you."

"You old guy, you said this on my birthday today. Be careful that I will be anxious with you."

Glazed Luo Qingyun, Zhang Wanhong looked angry,

The old man was making a fuss at this table for a while, and it was almost noon.

The Ye Dynasty, who had never appeared, also rushed over, followed by Ye Fengbo, Ye Zhiqiu and others. The whole family was all here.

Emperor Ye naturally wanted to join his family. After some politeness and liveliness, he finally sat down.
Chapter completed!