Romantic Medical Immortal-Chapter 221: An Eight-Million-Yuan Antique

The unexpected question made Chu Wanhai and Lin Wan, who were waiting to see a joke, suddenly jump in their hearts!

Something’s not right!

Elder Qin’s reaction... doesn’t look like he’s seeing a fake?

The schadenfreude on their faces instantly froze. They exchanged a glance, seeing a trace of unease in each other’s eyes.

It wasn’t just the two of them; many others watching also noticed something amiss!

One must know, Elder Qin is a seasoned appraisal expert from the Antique Association. What storms hasn’t he weathered?

But now, upon seeing this bottle, his expression is full of surprise, it’s evidently not a simple item.

In contrast, Yang Cheng remains calm, as if he had anticipated this. He spoke casually, "Bought it from Master Chu’s store, Xuanhua Pavilion."

After speaking, his gaze swept over Chu Wanhai and Lin Wan, whose faces were turning pale, with a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Xuanhua Pavilion?"

Elder Qin’s eyebrows slightly furrowed, seeming to recall this store. Then he refocused on the vase, exclaiming, "Good! Well done ’Xuanhua Pavilion,’ Master Chu’s keen eye! To have such a treasure within the store!!"

"Buzz——!"

Elder Qin’s words were like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring thousand-layer waves in the hall!

Everyone was astounded, looking at the seemingly unremarkable vase, then at the face of the couple, Chu Wanhai and Lin Wan, which had turned extremely unsightly.

"Treasure?"

"Elder Qin means... this is genuine? Or a major treasure?!"

"Xuanhua Pavilion? Chu Wanhai? I visited his store once, didn’t find such a great item there?"

The whispers spread like a tide, numerous gazes fell upon Chu Wanhai and Lin Wan.

Everyone’s eyes were filled with shock and confusion...

Of course, some people who didn’t mind the commotion, their tone was full of amusement.

Such a treasure in the store!

Yet it got sold away, with no place left to cry.

At this moment, Chu Wanhai felt cold air rush from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. He opened his mouth but couldn’t make any sound.

Lin Wan’s mind was blank, her face even whiter, her fingers tightly clutching Chu Wanhai’s arm, nails almost embedding into the flesh.

Elder Qin ignored the chaos around him, took a deep breath, and looked at the exquisite blue-and-white pattern on the vase, speaking loudly:

"Ladies and gentlemen, observe! This bottle’s shape is regular, its glaze is plump and smooth, the blue-and-white color deep and vivid, with distinct layers, naturally dispersed, typifying the characteristics of Yuan Dynasty Su Ma Li green materials! Look at the painting—the figures are vivid, clothes flowing, mountains and trees painted with fluid vigor, especially the scene of Xiao He galloping fast and Han Xin hesitatingly looking back, depicted vividly! The arrangement of patterns, the style of painting, the features of the texture..."

Elder Qin’s voice grew increasingly passionate, hard to conceal the excitement in his tone:

"This is by no means an ordinary late Qing Dynasty or early Republic of China vase! This is an extremely rare, invaluable—Yuan dynasty blue-and-white ’Xiao He Chasing Han Xin Under the Moon’ Mei vase!"

"Yuan blue-and-white!"

"’Xiao He Chasing Han Xin Under the Moon’ Mei vase!"

"My heavens! How... how could this be available at Xuanhua Pavilion?"

The appraisal hall exploded in an instant!

Yuan blue-and-white!

Furthermore, a Mei vase with a famous character story illustration!

It’s absolutely a national treasure-level porcelain!

The collectors, enthusiasts, even the staff present, couldn’t stop gasping, their gazes toward the vase instantly becoming fiery.

"Elder Qin, if you were to estimate, how much could this vase be worth?"

Yang Cheng finally spoke up, his tone full of anticipation.

Upon hearing this, Elder Qin looked around the hall and finally fixed his gaze on Yang Cheng, saying, "Based on current market conditions and auction records for similar artifacts, this Yuan blue-and-white ’Xiao He Chasing Han Xin Under the Moon’ Mei vase conservatively estimates at 8 million RMB or more!"

"8 million!!!"

"Hiss——!!!"

"Xuanhua Pavilion? Has Chu Wanhai gone mad? Actually sold this kind of thing?"

All eyes refocused on Chu Wanhai and Lin Wan.

This time, the gazes were filled with unmistakable shock, sympathy, and blatant ridicule!

As if watching two complete fools!

Boom!!

Chu Wanhai only felt darkness before his eyes, his mind suddenly went blank!

million??

In the rubbish he packed and sold for 300,000, just this one vase was worth 8 million?

In an instant, his heart seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand, the pain took his breath away.

He stared desperately at the vase under the light emitting a faint glow, wishing he could rush over and snatch it back!

And Lin Wan was trembling all over, her face turning from white to green, screaming out uncontrollably.

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! It’s just a broken vase! We..."

Her words were cut short as Chu Wanhai grabbed her abruptly, his eyes bloodshot, murmuring softly, "Say more, we’ll just lose face even more."

Hearing this, Lin Wan gritted her teeth, obediently closed her mouth, but her eyes were full of unwillingness!

How could this happen!

It was clearly just a piece of junk bought for a few thousand yuan, how could it be an 8 million treasure?

Looking at the dumbfounded pair, a faint smile appeared on Yang Cheng’s lips, as if everything was under control.

He looked at Yang Rou, who was completely bewildered, and said, "Sister, now you believe me, don’t you?"

Yang Rou suddenly snapped back to reality, looking at the profile of Yang Cheng, then at the Yuan blue-and-white vase praised by experts to be worth 8 million, her heart was in turmoil.

Three hundred fifty thousand for 8 million?!

This... this feels like a dream!

She tightly covered her mouth, preventing herself from exclaiming, but her eyes were glistening, full of undisguised joy.

"And two more..."

Chu Wanhai seemed to grasp the last straw of hope, hoarsely lowing, fixating his gaze on the brush Yang Rou had placed aside: "That one! That broken brush! It must be fake! It must be!"

At that moment, his voice was extremely hoarse, his eyes burning with a flame of hope.

As if proving the brush was fake could salvage some dignity.

"Yes, there are still two more, Elder Qin, quickly appraise!"

"The previous vase was worth 8 million, could the next two also be treasures?"

"Impossible, right? In a lifetime being able to buy one treasure is an immense fortune, if able to simultaneously acquire three treasures, what kind of extraordinary luck would that be?"

Amidst the whispering voices, Elder Qin steadied his mind, gazing at the unassuming brush, his expression also becoming particularly solemn.

With prior experience as a lesson, he dared not show the slightest neglect.

He carefully picked up the brush, as soon as it was in hand, it felt heavy!

This weight... certainly not ordinary bamboo or wood!

First, he used a magnifying glass to carefully inspect the material and texture of the brush handle, his fingers gently rubbing it, feeling the smooth texture like jade.

Then, he cautiously pulled off the cap, revealing the preserved wolf hair brush tip inside.

His movements slowed, his eyes became brighter, his breathing even a bit labored...