Wangu was completely dumbfounded.
What was going on?
Someone had bid 200,000 for a bottle of new wine?
Even Qinglin Wine wasn't worth that much, and it wasn't Qinglin Medicinal Wine.
The hundreds of thousands of viewers in the livestream were just as stunned. Many of them had planned to bid, but the moment they saw the figure of 200,000, they were all left reeling.
They had expected the livestream's huge audience to make the auction of Qinglin Wine brewed from Xiangshui Tribute Rice exciting.
But no one had expected this. Someone had opened with 200,000, practically ending the bidding before it began.
At that moment,
in a villa, a man hurriedly sent a message to a group chat: "I've bid 200,000 for this bottle, President Bao, Chairman Liu... Don't compete with me. We're all friends here, so let's not bid against each other!"
The group chat was for the wine collectors Li Qing had invited.
Li Qing had created the WeChat group so he could coordinate everyone's arrangements for the wine tasting.
These people had tasted the wine, so they knew the value of this batch of Qinglin Wine. Although it had been brewed last year, its flavor, mouthfeel, and aroma together were every bit as good as thirty- or forty-year-old Maotai.
So the wine was worth 200,000.
More importantly, if they cellared it for ten or twenty years, it would be in a league of its own compared to thirty- or forty-year-old wine—and worth even more.
This batch had been brewed from premium Xiangshui Tribute Rice. It was the first batch, and possibly the only one. A special batch like this would be worth even more in the future.
In the end, the 200,000 bid stunned everyone in the livestream, and no one else bid. Besides, it was