"Uh, hello, hello, Mr. Long Yang.”
Huang Lei finally reacted. He said politely to Long Yang and even took a step forward to shake Long Yang's hand.
"Alright, alright, sit down, sit down.”
Seeing Huang Lei's actions, the village chief rolled his eyes. He pulled Huang Lei back and sat on a chair in the living room.
It was a living room decorated in an antique style, just like the living rooms of those ancient wealthy families in television dramas. After he was seated, Huang Lei wiped his hands on the chair beside him. In an instant, his expression changed.
"This, this chair, is it made of rosewood?”
Huang Lei was an experienced person. He was not only well-versed in cooking and acting. He was also quite knowledgeable in terms of cultural heritage. When he was pulled to a seat by the village chief, his hand touched the chair handle beside him. Huang Lei felt that something was different from the rest.
After careful observation, Huang Lei was shocked. He shouted in disbelief, his expression quite exaggerated.
"Hey, why are you making such a fuss? Are you really someone who has seen the world?”
Seeing this, the village chief ridiculed. Obviously, he was very disdainful of Huang Lei's behavior.
"Village chief, this is a yellow rosewood chair. This style, this shape, this carving, we are sitting on tens of millions of dollars. This is too extravagant.”
Huang Lei looked at the village chief speechlessly. How could he not be shocked?
The yellow rosewood was the gold in the wood, and its value was immeasurable. It was nothing in the past, but in recent years, the price of rosewood furniture had skyrocketed. Now, on the market, rosewood furniture could easily cost millions. Moreover, there was a price but no market. You might not be able to buy it even if you wanted to.
Huang Lei would never have thought that he would see furniture made of rosewood in a mountain village like this. This was too crazy.
"This is nothing. Look at the furniture here. It's all here. What's so strange about it?”
The village chief rolled his eyes and pointed at the furniture in the living room.
His words were like a thunderbolt that struck Huang Lei's head. Huang Lei turned around in a daze and looked at the rest of the furniture around him. There were tables, chairs, and a few shelves for visiting vases. At a glance, they were all made of yellow rosewood.
"Oh my god, this, this, this is a Beijing courtyard house in the living room?”
Huang Lei was completely dumbfounded. He never expected that not only was the chair under his butt made of rosewood, but all the furniture in the living room was also made of rosewood. Moreover, it was a complete set of rosewood furniture. He didn't dare to think about the value. Any one of them was worth tens of millions. This set was probably worth hundreds of millions. It wasn't the price of a courtyard house in Yanjing!
" Gulp. He swallowed his saliva. Huang Lei now completely believed that this family's net worth was definitely much higher than his. Just the furniture alone was worth his money.”
"Come, come, have a cup of tea. Don't make a fuss. It's embarrassing.”
The village chief called out to Huang Lei. He took a teacup from the coffee table and poured a cup of tea for Huang Lei.
"Hey, wait, let me see this teapot.”
Huang Lei sat there in a daze, his mind blank. When he saw the purple clay teapot in the village chief's hand, his eyes immediately lit up again. Huang Lei reached out to grab it and examined it carefully. His expression became more and more solemn. In the end, when Huang Lei raised the teapot and saw the signature of the teapot below, his expression froze again.
"This, this, this is Shi Dabin's purple clay teapot. Oh, my god, this, this is real?”
Huang Lei stuttered as he looked at the purple clay teapot in his hand in shock. Then, he looked at Long Yang and the village chief in disbelief.
"You're talking nonsense. I dare to say that none of the things in this house are fake.”
The village chief rolled his eyes. He regretted bringing Huang Lei along. If he had known earlier, he would have come alone. Bringing Huang Lei along was simply embarrassing.
"Shi Dabin's purple clay teapot. Do you know how much it costs? It's just a small toy.”
Huang Lei widened his eyes. He felt that the village chief must not know the value of this thing, which was why he was so calm.
"Shi Dabin was a top-notch master teapot maker in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties. He liked to mix the purple clay into various colors to create simple and vigorous products. Most of his early works imitated the big pot for spring offerings. Later, he modified the small pot according to the literati's tea drinking habits, and signed the date of production. He was praised as the authentic pot art, and there were very few works handed down. Most of them were collected in major museum collections across the country. There were very few personal collections.”
Hearing Huang Lei's words, the village chief rolled his eyes and slowly explained Da Bin's background.
"What's so strange about it? Do you really think I don't know?”
The village chief ridiculed, his eyes filled with disdain.
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