Eri Kisaki looked at such a small jar, with such a history, and couldn't help but cover her cherry-red mouth.
She was truly shocked.
Kamishiro Yu continued his explanation:.
"The craftsmanship of black pottery is more refined, exquisite, delicate, and unique than that of primitive painted pottery. As early as about 2,000 years before the advent of porcelain, Chinese black pottery had already reached a level of craftsmanship comparable to porcelain."
"Black as lacquer, sounding like a chime, thin as paper, bright as a mirror, hard as porcelain. This is used to describe black pottery."
He gently tapped the black pottery jar.
The next moment, a clear and pleasant sound rang out, like a musical instrument playing, enchanting the heart.
Kamishiro Yu said:
"This is'sounding like a chime.'"
"So, this item is actually quite valuable."
"You can feel it."
Kamishiro Yu handed the black pottery jar to Eri Kisaki.
Eri Kisaki carefully held this ancient artifact from 6,000 years ago.
Fearing that she might accidentally break it, which would be a great pity.
She gently caressed the black pottery jar, and even though she knew asking about its value was vulgar, she couldn't help but ask softly:
"Then this must be very valuable, right?"
"At least 100 million Japanese Yen and up."
Kamishiro Yu said casually.
"If it goes to auction, the price will only be higher. But for this item, it's still considered low."
Eri Kisaki looked at the man in front of her, feeling that talking about 100 million was as light and easy for him as buying a canned coffee on the street.
The stall owner, if he knew he had lost 100 million, probably wouldn't be smiling.
She gently placed the black pottery jar back, feeling that after putting this item in the trunk, she didn't dare to drive anymore.
Eri Kisaki said with some concern.
"Yu-kun, why don't we find a place to store these antiques first?"
Kamishiro Yu looked at Eri Kisaki, a smile playing on his lips:
"It's fine, let's go eat first."
"These are minor matters."
If he wasn't at ease, he could just put all these antiques into his space ring.
But right now, these items provided him more emotional value.
He gently pushed Eri Kisaki into the passenger seat:
"Don't worry, I'll drive."
Eri Kisaki's face flushed, remembering the intimate atmosphere from their previous drive, and her heart couldn't help but pound faster.
She thought to herself, today was going a little too smoothly, she hoped nothing would go wrong next.
The restaurant she booked was also chosen to create a romantic atmosphere.
She should have booked a more normal restaurant.
The car started, carrying priceless antiques, and slowly drove towards the reserved restaurant... Shortly after Kamishiro Yu drove off, a group of burly men stormed into the antique market, heading straight for the stall owner who had sold items to Kamishiro Yu earlier.
At this moment, the stall owner saw a group of tattooed strong men rushing towards him and immediately felt that something was wrong.
However, his goods were right there, so he couldn't run away. He could only brace himself and speak:
"Gentlemen, how may I help you? My humble shop has everything you could want."
Among the burly men, a figure with a leader's demeanor stepped forward.
Onido Natsufusa, the former leader of the Ni Can Society.
He directly grabbed a thin man and asked:
"Did you sell all your things to this person?"
The thin man knelt on the ground and nodded, his face full of terror.
"Then hurry up and find them!"
The thin man frantically scanned the stall, his inner fear deepening continuously:
"No... not here either..."
"Boss Onido, my things aren't here..."
As he said this, he felt like his neck was suffocating.
A pair of large hands gripped his neck, almost leaving bruises.
The thin man looked at the stall owner, his eyes almost bulging out:
"You... where did you hide the black jar I sold to you?"
"Hurry and take it out..."
"Hurry up..."
He used all his strength to shout, but ultimately received a response that broke him.
"I just sold it..."
The sharp-chinned, monkey-faced stall owner saw the demeanor of these people, his legs immediately went weak, and he said tremblingly:
It seems all the good luck today is being repaid here!
If he could, he would also want to delay and make excuses.
But the previous transaction, everyone around was watching.
These people clearly looked like trouble, and he was a little afraid of getting blood spilled on the spot.
Onido Natsufusa's veins bulged when he heard this.
He had been usurped from his position as leader of the Ni Can Society, and the tens of millions in foreign debt he owed were almost unbearable.
He had finally found an opportunity to get rich, but if he couldn't get that item, not to mention reclaiming his position, those creditors would take his life.
"Sold?"
Onido Natsufusa's face darkened, and he grabbed the stall owner's collar.
"Who did you sell it to?"
How could the stall owner dare to hide anything? He hurriedly described the characteristics of Kamishiro Yu and Eri Kisaki.
Onido Natsufusa let go, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes.
He roared at his subordinates.
"Search for them! You must find those two people!"
At this moment, the stall owner thought he was saved and breathed a sigh of relief.
However, the next moment, the shelves and items on his stall were smashed to pieces.
He looked at the fragmented items, and his heart shattered along with them.
He wondered if what he earned today would even cover the losses!
Meanwhile, the surrounding stall owners were secretly relieved that they hadn't gotten involved in this business, and vowed to clarify the origin of goods next time... A search thus began, but Kamishiro Yu and Eri Kisaki were completely unaware.
They were sitting in a high-end restaurant, enjoying their rare time together.
The soft lighting in the restaurant bathed them, and Eri Kisaki's red dress appeared particularly dazzling.
She lowered her head, cutting her steak, occasionally glancing at the man opposite her, her heart still unable to calm down.
How was it that she felt drunk even before having any red wine?
PS: The image is Eri Kisaki.