An old bottle of Moutai from the 1980s!
Old Man Jin had an exceptionally keen eye. He could tell at a glance that something was different. Aged liquor like this was a rare find, and of course he was astonished to see it. The old man's hobbies were fine liquor, good tea, and antiques. The moment he saw this bottle, he was captivated.
Wen Zhengmin said, "This is Director Jin from the city museum."
Old Man Jin held out his hand. "Jin Xianyu. A pleasure to meet you, young friend." He spoke very politely and kept his manner humble. He couldn't help it. When he saw liquor like this, he could hardly tear himself away.
Zhang Hao shook his hand. Of course, this time he didn't use the Nano-machine to control the handshake; it wasn't worth it. "Zhang Hao."
Old Man Jin lowered his head to look at the liquor again. "Could I take a look... a look at this bottle?" The old man had some thick skin.
Zhang Hao had noticed by now, too. This liquor was different from the Moutai they'd just been drinking. The six bottles from earlier had been fifteen-year-aged Moutai, but they were newly bought bottles from last year. The liquor Xiao Mei had just taken from the trunk was different.
Xiao Mei explained, "We got this liquor at auction. There were more than thirty bottles in all, and we brought six this time."
At auction?
Zhang Hao really hadn't known. He casually asked, "How much was each bottle?" It was a habit from before he'd made his fortune. Old habits died hard. If he'd truly gotten used to his status, he wouldn't have asked something like that—or even thought to ask.
Xiao Mei said, "On average... 203,300 yuan a bottle!"
Jin Xianyu said, "That's