Lin Xuan entered the house and picked up the porridge. He blew on it, but it was still too hot, so he put it back on the table.
"Ruoya, you stayed at Lin Xuan's house last night, right?"”
"How do you know?" Wang Ruoya was puzzled.”
Niching Su pointed at the long dress on the stool.
Wang Ruoya threw it into the washing machine, poured the liquid into it, and started the washing machine.
"Your washing machine doesn't have a drying function.”
Lin Xuan complained,"I'll install two more hands on the washing machine and scrub it manually."”
Niching Su looked at the two of them with a playful smile and then picked up the white towel on the table.
He unfolded the towel.
There were many bloody marks on the towel.
"Young man, you must know how to restrain yourself.”
"Ruoya, don't you feel pain when you walk?”
Wang Ruoya: "???"
Lin Xuan was speechless.
Wang Ruoya said," That's the mark of the kitten eating meat. I used a towel to wipe its mouth."”
Niching Su said,"Your cat eats fresh meat with blood?"”
"You even used a white towel to wipe the kitten's mouth. Your family is quite rich…"
"Your family is indeed very rich."
The Wang family was rich.
Wang Ruoya was speechless." Sister Su, don't spread rumors. There's really no such thing."”
"Forget it, forget it. I don't care about your business."”
"Lin Xuan, I brought an appraisal expert over. Looking at it now, forget it. Where are the goods?”
Su Niching thought that Lin Xuan and Wang Ruoya had this relationship.
There was no need for him to be too cautious.
"No! Feelings were feelings, business was business.”
"We still have to do the test."
"Feelings are feelings? Did he confess? And you said that the two of you are fine!"
"Meow, meow, meow?"
"Since you've said so, I'll invite the appraiser in."”
As he spoke, he sent a message on his phone.
A middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes walked into the inner courtyard with a bag.
"Ms. Smith."
The man smiled." Hello, Mr. Lin. My name is Tang Cheng. I'm a wine appraiser."”
"I'll bring you there."
Lin Xuan brought the few of them to the room where he specially placed drinks.
After a few corners, Lin Xuan pushed open the door and walked in.
Wang Ruoya and Niching Su followed him in, and Tang Cheng was the last to enter.
Tang Cheng froze at the door as soon as he entered.
"200-year-old Pu 'er tea bricks?"
"70-year-old Aquilaria Tie Guanyin?"
"140-year-old Wuyi Rock Da Hong Pao?!!!”
Lin Xuan smiled.”
Tang Cheng turned around and went crazy!
"What is it? Romantika from 1781? There was such a wine in the world?”
"This is…Russian vodka?!”
"Could this Sutelan Potato Vodka be from 150 years ago?!!”
"An entire barrel of 1982 Lafite?”
Tang Cheng was stunned.
Any one of these items could be the treasure of a century-old winery.
Once his reputation spread, it could be said that customers would flock to him.
Don't say drink, don't say smell.
Those wineries were very proud and would never show you the real thing. At most, they would show you photos or let you take a look from afar.
Lin Xuan placed a lot of similar things here.
Each of them was a rare treasure in the wine appraisal industry!
Tang Cheng turned around and saw something that made his heart twitch."Could this be…the raw pulp of the National Cellar?”
"Luzhou Laojiao only has two barrels of this stuff. You actually…"
1573, which was sold for several thousand dollars on the market, was a pure modern wine, and then a drop of original pulp from 400 years ago was added.
Of course, sometimes, he might not even give you a drop of the original pulp.
The two barrels of raw pulp were like a huge brand of famous wine.
"No way…Is this an antique from the Tang Dynasty?”
"Fortunately, there's no wine here. If there was wine, I would suspect that you went to Shu City to dig a big tomb…"
Lin Xuan gave a thumbs up,
"Mr. Tang Cheng is indeed a professional. You can actually tell these things at a glance.”
"After the verification is done, leave a number and make friends.”
Tang Cheng was terrified.
"I can only recognize it, but Mister Lin has so many rare treasures.”
"In the past, I was young and ignorant. I was arrogant. Master told me that there's always someone better, but I didn't care.”
"Now it seems that a collector like Mr. Lin is far better than me.”
Wine could only be appraised after drinking it once.
One Wine Master drank dozens of times more than the other. There was no need to compare the strength and experience of the two.
"You're welcome." Lin Xuan smiled.
Tang Cheng turned around and saw a shelf full of Maotai.
"Lin Xuan, do you like drinking so much?" Why is there so much Maotai?"
Sweat dripped down Tang Cheng's forehead.
"No, this cabinet of wine has another mystery!”
Tang Cheng took a magnifying glass and scanned the row.
"As expected, from 1954 to 2004, there were two bottles of Feitian Moutai in each year.”
"However, why didn't Mr. Lin collect the Flying Moutai from 2005 to 2021?”
Lin Xuan chuckled,
"It's meaningless to collect Moutai that isn't old enough.”
"It's not old enough," Tang Cheng nodded."It's not qualified to enter this wine rack."”
"However, the whole year sounds better than a fifty-year collection.”
Lin Xuan nodded,
"What you said makes sense. When I have time, I'll collect all the Flying Moutai.”
It would only take an hour.
"These 100 bottles are for today's appraisal, right?" Tang Cheng turned around.”
On the ground, there were a hundred bottles of Flying Moutai.
Of course, there were boxes, but the boxes were opened.
Six bottles to a box, placed on the ground in order.
"It's in good condition."
"All of them are preserved without any signs of damage to the labels.”
"It's obvious that it's a big door item (Big Door: It was the saying of the appraisal industry for the real thing.”
Tang Cheng carefully picked up a bottle.
Tang Cheng was stunned when he saw it.
"This…is impossible…"
"What's wrong?" Niching Su was confused.
"No…this is impossible, this is impossible!" Tang Cheng's hands trembled.”
"This wine!"
Tang Cheng carefully handed the bottle of 1981 Flying Moutai to Niching Su.
The moment Niching Su received the Flying Moutai…
The color on his face was very interesting.
Wang Ruoya was puzzled." The market price of 1981 Flying Moutai is only tens of thousands of yuan per bottle. Although there are a batch of them here, the total price is just a little higher."”
"Is there a need to be so surprised?"
"Ruoya, you don't understand. This thing…" Niching Su said seriously.
"It's too shocking. It's not as simple as being shocked!!!”
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