Gold Rush Starts in the Bering Sea

Chapter 37: Yuan Dynasty Blue and White Porcelain?!

In his past life, as a corporate slave, he had also fantasized about becoming rich overnight. He remembered a report about a Chinese person who bought a vase while traveling in Australia.

The Chinese man was an antique enthusiast. When he saw the vase, he thought it was a Yuan blue and white porcelain piece. Although he was not sure, he bought it because it was not expensive.

He later returned to China for authentication, which confirmed his suspicions. He eventually sold the item for 1.6 million Chinese yuan at an auction, becoming rich overnight.

He had also seen pictures of antiques at the time, and although it had been a long time and his memory was not very clear, the bottle did look very similar.

Squatting in front of the stall, Jason picked up the bottle and examined it closely.

It has a warm and smooth feel, like a work of art.

The bottle is not large, about the height of a forearm, and is decorated with peonies, the green branches of which are drawn lifelike.

I checked the bottom, and the signature was neat and clearly visible!

The more Jason looked at it, the more it seemed right, but he was still unsure, even though he knew absolutely nothing about antiques.

After looking through the bottle, Jason asked, "Boss, how much is this bottle?"

"Ten Thousand Meters Knife"

The stall owner wasn't going to hold back after Jason had been watching for so long; he just started talking.

Jason gently put the bottle down and stood up. For the auction price, ten thousand US dollars was quite cheap.

But given the current environment and how little importance is placed on this bottle, this vendor is definitely ripping people off.

"Boss, I really like this bottle, but ten thousand dollars is just too expensive," Jason said, looking like he was about to leave.

Brent, who was standing to the side, was speechless at Jason staring at a broken bottle for so long. When he heard the price, his eyes almost popped out of his head: "Jason, it's just a broken bottle, and it's so expensive? Don't fall for it!"

"What a broken bottle! This is an antique, do you understand?!" the stall owner argued.

"What's the use?" Brent scoffed. "If he were really worth that much money, he wouldn't be in your hands anymore."

Jason could only say "Well done!" to Brent's answer.

"Boss, one thousand dollars. If it's okay, I'll pay you now. If not, I think that bottle looks pretty good too." Jason pointed to a bottle on a nearby stall, as if to say, "If you don't want to sell it, then forget it."

"A thousand it is, here you go."

The stall owner was afraid that this fat sheep would get away, so he quickly agreed. Although he looked pained on the outside, he was secretly overjoyed.

He bought the bottle for 30 dollars, and then sold it for 1,000 dollars.

Brent looked on incredulously. "Jason, are you sure you want to buy this broken bottle?!"

In his opinion, it would be better to use that money to buy some good food and drinks than to buy this broken bottle. He couldn't understand what Jason saw in this broken bottle.

Brent's wails also caught the attention of Albert and the others, who gathered around.

Despite everyone's persuasion, Jason still took out the money.

A thousand dollars isn't expensive, and he'd accept it if it was fake, but if it were real, he'd make a fortune.

Jason carefully placed the bottle into the box, then stopped browsing, greeted everyone, and returned to the hotel with the bottle.

Andy and Brent offered little comment on Jason spending a thousand dollars on a bottle.

Although Lillian and Albert tried to persuade him, the money was Jason's own, and a thousand dollars wasn't expensive for him.

As for Old Hart and Young Hart, they were negotiating the price with a local.

Ellie, looking sullen, glared at Jason and snorted, "Jason spent a thousand dollars on a bottle, but he won't buy me any snacks. How awful!"

The group strolled around, while Jason, back at the hotel, found Christie's auction house's phone number online and made an appointment.

When the group returned to the hotel, they saw Jason still examining the bottle, much to their dismay.

Although the designs on the bottles are exquisite, many bottles are just as good as the one Jason has, but the prices range from tens to hundreds of dollars.

They had no idea where Jason had been drawn to the bottle.

Seeing everyone return, Jason carefully packed the bottle and said, "Let's change our plans for now. We'll rest well tomorrow and set off again the day after."

Little Hart also learned from others about Jason's experience of spending a thousand dollars to buy a bottle.

Seeing how carefully Jason was handling the bottle, he chuckled and said, "Jason, is it because of this bottle?"

Jason nodded, glanced at Ellie who had regained her energy and was bouncing around, and said to his mother, "Mom, let Ellie go to sleep quickly and adjust to the time difference, otherwise she won't be energetic when we set off."

Lillian understood and, disregarding Ellie's objections, took Ellie back to the room.

Everyone was baffled by Jason's actions.

However, they also had some guesses about Jason's cautiousness, and everyone's eyes were on the bottle.

"Jason, tell me," Albert asked, sitting on the sofa.

After his mother, Lillian, came in, Jason closed the door, went to the bottle, and said slowly, "Actually, the shopkeeper wasn't wrong; this is indeed an antique."

"This type of bottle is known as Yuan blue and white porcelain in China. Very few of them exist, and they are over a thousand years old."

Jason gave a brief explanation, and seeing the somewhat confused looks on everyone's faces, he said directly, "If, if this bottle really is an antique from China, then this bottle is worth around 1.6 million Chinese yuan."

That is, 2000 million US dollars.

Jason was unsure when he said this.

Firstly, we don't know whether this bottle is real or fake.

Secondly, even if it were true, it would be exactly the one he remembered, but 1.6 million Chinese yuan was, after all, the price at an auction.

When Jason slowly uttered the number, everyone present gaped in astonishment.

The room seemed to freeze; no one spoke, but their faces were all flushed.

"OMG, Jason, you're a god!!!" Brent exclaimed excitedly, slowly taking a few steps back from where he was standing next to the bottle.

Although he wanted to see it, he knew that if he accidentally broke it, he wouldn't be able to afford to pay for it even if he sold himself.

Everyone's hearts pounded at the sight of that number. A tiny bottle could be worth 2000 million US dollars. This world is insane.

Albert was no longer as calm as before. His hand, which was holding a cigar, was trembling slightly. He was breathing rapidly, and his eyes were fixed on the box containing the bottle.

He really didn't know what to say. 2000 million US dollars, such a broken bottle was actually worth 2000 million US dollars.

He's been panning for gold for over a decade, and he's never saved this much money.

Little Hart swallowed hard, staring at the box, completely at a loss for words.

Mother Lillian almost lost her balance, her face full of excitement. She stood in front of the box, tentatively trying to look at the bottle, but in the end, she didn't open it.

It's too expensive! She never expected that the bottle she had just complained about would be so valuable!

Although Ada did not speak, his slightly trembling hands spoke volumes about the turmoil in his heart.

Cass and the photographer were busy taking pictures, but they were far apart.

The plan was changed, but for Cass and his team, the change was fantastic! He could imagine that once the bottle was real, Jason would become famous, incredibly famous, after the show aired!

The show will definitely become popular as a result.

If this is an accident, he would rather there be more accidents like this.

"Everyone, everyone, I said it was 'if.' If it's really worth 2000 million US dollars, we still need expert appraisal to know if it's true," Jason reassured the excited crowd.

Albert asked, "Are you taking this bottle to be authenticated tomorrow?"

"Yes," Jason nodded. "I've already arranged a time; Christie's people will be here tomorrow to authenticate it."

"Okay," Albert nodded, standing up. "I'm not sleeping tonight, old Hart. Come with me to buy some food; I'm not sleeping tonight."

"I'm not sleeping either," Brent followed closely. This was 2000 million US dollars; he had to see if it was really true.

Without prior discussion, they all agreed on the same thing.

After Albert and Old Hart returned with some snacks, everyone stayed in the room and didn't plan to go out again.

The TV was playing a program that was full of laughs, but everyone's attention was on the box, so they really weren't in the mood.

Jason was also helpless. He knew they meant well, but now that he knew the specific value, he couldn't sleep even if he wanted to.

But he was still unsure, after all, he didn't know much about antiques, and he really couldn't say whether they were genuine or not.

His only source of confidence was the report from his previous life.

I tried to persuade them, but it was no use; everyone had already made their decision.

2000 million US dollars!

This number is so huge for everyone that they really can't sleep until they figure it out.

And so, everyone stayed up all night.

As the sun rose, everyone's faces showed fatigue, but their eyes were full of energy.

Wash and groom separately, making sure the box is never out of sight for a moment.

"Knock knock knock~"

The appointed time finally arrived, and with a knock on the door, everyone in the room took a deep breath.