Kneeling in front of my wife’s tombstone and crying bitterly, I was reborn

"Twenty to thirty years is indeed a long time, but if this bottle of wine is kept for another twenty to thirty years, it can be sold for one million to eight hundred thousand!"

Shen Qiansan raised the bottle of old Moutai in his hand and said with a smile.

Before, Wang Jianlin and Zhao Hanyu had heard from Chen Wentao that it was Shen Qiansan who said that old Moutai had collection value and was very valuable, but what Chen Wentao said was completely different from what Shen Qiansan said.

Moreover, Chen Wentao only said that it was very valuable, but Shen Qiansan said that it could be sold for one to eight hundred thousand.

The impact of the two is obviously different.

Wang Jianlin and Zhao Hanyu both widened their eyes. How could a bottle of old Moutai be sold for so much money?

With 800,000 or 1.2 million, you can buy hundreds of houses and set up several factories!

If old Moutai is so valuable, if you buy a batch of Moutai now and keep it for a few decades, you will become a billionaire in the future!

This is outrageous!

However, they both knew that Third Brother would never speak without thinking, and that what he said must have a basis.

After coming back to his senses, Zhao Hanyu asked in a trembling voice: "Third brother, this bottle of Moutai... can it really... really be sold for one million?"

It wasn't that he didn't believe what his third brother said, he was just too shocked and worried that he had heard it wrong, so he asked again to confirm.

Wang Jianlin also spoke at the same time as him, and asked: "Third brother, did you calculate this?"

Shen Qiansan looked at the two of them and nodded seriously: "That's right, it can really be sold for that much money in the future! If you don't believe me, just wait and see!"

As for Wang Jianlin's question whether it was calculated, Shen Qiansan did not answer.

Even though he had long been regarded by Wang Jianlin and Zhao Hanyu as a fortune teller, Shen Qiansan was reluctant to admit it in front of his father-in-law and mother-in-law, and only gave Wang Jianlin an affirmative look.

After getting Shen Qiansan's affirmative answer, Wang Jianlin and Zhao Hanyu were shocked. A bottle of wine could actually be sold for millions!

"Third brother, this bottle of wine is too precious!" Wang Jianlin said quickly: "It's better not to drink such expensive wine!"

Even though he was the richest man in Qingwa City, he usually drank Moutai liquor which cost only 80 yuan a bottle, but the old Moutai liquor in Shen Qiansan's hand was worth one million yuan. How could he dare to drink it?

Zhao Hanyu also nodded.

Drinking wine worth one or two million is too extravagant.

Not to mention the two of them, even Chen Wentao, who had been clamoring for a drink, couldn't help but believe it a little when he saw Shen Qiansan speaking so seriously.

Well, this bottle of old Moutai has been stored for decades, so it must be precious. He can accept that it is a hundred or eighty yuan more expensive than ordinary Moutai, but if it is really worth one million yuan, how can he drink it?

He couldn't help but hurriedly said: "Qian San, if this wine is really worth that much money...it's better...don't drink it..."

"Oh...it's already opened!" As he spoke, Shen Qiansan had already unscrewed the bottle cap. He held the bottle in one hand and pinched the cap with the other, smiling and saying, "You're too late. The wine is already opened!"

Along with his voice, a rich aroma of sauce suddenly seemed to surge into the room. The aroma seemed so strong that it could not be dissolved, and it even overwhelmed the aroma of the delicacies on the table.

"It smells so good!"

“It smells really good!”

“It smells so good!”

"..."

The sudden aroma of wine hit everyone's nose. Chen Wentao, Zhao Hanyu and Wang Jianlin didn't bother to say anything else and exclaimed in amazement.

"Wow, it smells really good!"

Even Shen Dandan exclaimed.

Luo Rong and Chen Shuting, who didn't drink, were also sniffing and looking at the bottle of wine in Shen Qiansan's hand.

“It smells really good!”

“It’s worthy of being the old Moutai!”

Looking at the shocked crowd, Shen Qiansan couldn't help but sigh.

Even if he was the richest man in the world in his previous life, it doesn't mean that money can buy everything.

Even he has never drunk Moutai that has been stored for decades.

This fragrance is so sweet.

At this moment, he was even a little grateful to Chen Wentao. If his father-in-law had not insisted on drinking this old Moutai, he probably would not have been willing to open it.

Now that it is open and he smells the aroma of the old Moutai, he feels it is really worth it.

After Shen Qiansan sighed, he saw that everyone was still staring at him blankly. He couldn't help but smile, "Don't stare blankly, drink!"

As he said this, he walked to Chen Wentao, picked up his wine glass, filled it up first, and then filled up Wang Jianlin, Zhao Hanyu, and Chen Shubao's glasses one by one.

Of course, he himself would be indispensable for such good wine.

After filling his glass with wine, Shen Qiansan sat down, raised his glass and said, "Come, let's drink together and taste the flavor of Moutai!"

As he spoke, he raised the cup in front of him.

Chen Wentao, Chen Shubao, Wang Jianlin and Zhao Hanyu all quickly picked up the cups in front of them and raised them carefully.

The drinking cups of this era are commonly known as "ox-eye cups". They are usually made of ceramic, either white porcelain cups or blue and white porcelain cups. They are the size of an ox's eye, hence the name.

The capacity of this kind of cup is generally not large, and can hold about five cents to one tael of wine.

This time, Shen Qiansan used a small cup, the kind that could only hold five cents.

There were five of them drinking, and each of them filled up their glasses with only 250 grams of wine, which was almost one third of the bottle.

Everyone was looking at the almost amber-colored wine in the bull's-eye cup in their hands. The golden color was particularly dazzling, as if the cup was filled with gold instead of Moutai.

No, even if it is such a big piece of gold, it is not as valuable as this glass of wine!

"How much does this cup cost?"

Chen Wentao's hands were shaking as he held the cup, and he smacked his lips as he spoke.

Zhao Hanyu swallowed his saliva and said, "According to the price Third Brother mentioned, this glass of wine is about 50,000 or 60,000 yuan!"

"Five...six...ten thousand..." Chen Wentao was shocked. Such a small glass of wine is equivalent to five or six ten thousand yuan!

Thinking of this, his hands couldn't help but tremble, and a little wine spilled out of the glass.

"Oh my god, the wine is spilled!" Chen Wentao cried out in pain, his face full of pain.

What spilled was not wine, but money!

Chen Wentao estimated that these few drops of wine were worth at least a few hundred dollars, which was several months' salary for him.

说不心疼，那是假的。

Seeing Chen Wentao's expression, Shen Qiansan was worried that he would get excited again and spill the wine again, so he quickly said, "Dad, don't feel sorry for the wine, hurry up and taste this old Moutai."

After hearing this, Chen Wentao took a deep breath, calmed himself, and quickly put his mouth to the cup...

Yes, not raising the glass to your lips.

Just put your mouth close to the cup.

He was worried that if he moved his hand, the wine would spill again!

When the wine glass was brought to his mouth, the aroma of the wine in the glass went straight into his nostrils. That fragrance... Chen Wentao couldn't find how to describe it. It felt like the description of Zhu Bajie eating the ginseng fruit in "Journey to the West", as if all the pores on his body were dilated.