"Zhang, you wouldn't know, but that bottle of liquor is the king of wines, unquestionably! It was auctioned for over ten million yuan back in the day, and the buyer relied on face value to stop others from bidding higher for it. Otherwise, it would have been even more expensive."
"Although I have some assets, there's no way I could have taken out over ten million yuan in one go to buy a bottle of liquor! I wonder if Mr. Zhou would be willing to sell it, I'll have to ask him later!"
Xu shook his head, his eyes filled with desire as he looked at the bottle.
But when he said this last sentence, everyone showed a wry smile.
Because no one thought he had a chance.
This was evident from Mr. Zhou's reaction.
The old gentleman was holding the bottle lovingly, his face smiling like a chrysanthemum.
Ever since Zhou Yitao took out that bottle from the black bag, Li Zheng had stopped speaking.
As a direct descendant of the Li Family in Kyoto, he knew very well the value of that bottle.