Chapter 117 Moutai in 60 years

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Ye Bufan checked it, then clicked his tongue twice and said, "This one is estimated to cost several thousand yuan, at least four to five thousand."

Grandma couldn't help but open her eyes even wider and said, "Oh my God, just one crab costs four or five thousand?"

"Yes." Ye Bufan said, staring at the crab without blinking.

Grandma clicked her tongue and said, "Why do you get such valuable things? And there are so many of them."

Ye Bufan smiled and said, "There are more valuable ones."

As he spoke, he walked to the dining table, lifted each paper bag and placed it on the sofa, then twisted out two more crabs and asked grandma to steam them. He said to grandma:

"You can't keep this thing. If it dies if you keep it for a long time, you can't eat it."

"Oh, what should we do?" Grandma was anxious, "It's such a big box, we can't finish it in one day! It would be great if they didn't leave just now, let's steam this."

Ye Bufan said: "How can people care about this little thing? Maybe they eat it every day."

Then he looked at the big crab and said, "I'll be fine today and tomorrow. I won't die. But it's hard to say the day after tomorrow."

"Then why don't you take some to give away?" Grandma said, "You ask Xiaoya to take some to give to the boss, and you can also take a few to give to previous customers. It's just a good way to cultivate relationships. Maybe they will have some someday. The project is done for you.”

Ye Bufan was not happy and said: "Xun Xun is going to marry into the Ji family soon. I will send them invitations then, and they will come to me in a hurry, so there is no need for me to send them anything."

Then he urged grandma: "Okay, don't worry about this. Just go about your business."

Grandma twisted the crab and walked towards the kitchen. When she got to the door, she asked again: "Just steam it like this? No need to put anything in?"

"Well, don't put anything on it. After it's steamed, you can make some sauce, add some vinegar and millet."

Grandma went into the kitchen, and Ye Bufan couldn't help but go to the sofa to look at the contents of the bag.

Liu Ya was taking off her makeup and changing clothes in the room. She took off her skirt. This was her best set of clothes. This skirt cost more than a thousand.

She originally thought she was decent enough, but compared with Chen Shuyi, she felt that that was what a woman should look like.

She sighed and walked out of the room. Ye Bufan waved to her when he saw her coming out.

Liu Ya walked over.

"Look at this bottle of wine? Do you know how much this wine costs?"

Liu Ya took a look and said, "Kweichow Moutai?"

"Yes." Ye Bufan said, holding the wine in his hand and staring at it intently, his tone was very excited, "This is not an ordinary Maotai. Do you think the bottle has a sense of age?"

Liu Ya frowned slightly: "Why does it look a bit old? It doesn't look like newly bought wine?"

She is a woman and does not understand wine.

Ye Bufan smiled, "This wine is expensive because it's old. Do you know what year it was from?"

"Which year?" Liu Ya asked, not taking it seriously, lowering her head to look at other bags.

But Ye Bufan pulled her back and asked her to look at the wine bottle, "Hey, I'm telling you this, don't look at anything else first."

After diverting Liu Ya's attention back, Ye Bufan took the bottle and continued: "This is the 1960 Maotai. You know that one of my customers collected a bottle of 1961 the year before last. Do you know how much he bought the wine at that time?" No?"

"How much? Why are you so long-winded?" Liu Ya was already a little impatient.

Ye Bufan said: "900,000."

"What?"

Liu Ya finally focused her attention. She looked at Ye Bufan: "900,000 yuan for a bottle of wine? Is this Maotai?"

This time, she took a closer look at the wine bottle.

"That was bought by my client the year before last, and it was a 1961 wine. Ours is a 60-year-old wine, one year earlier. Do you know what this means?"

Liu Ya looked at Ye Bufan. She no longer thought he was verbose and couldn't wait for what he would say next.