If someone had offered 50 million earlier, it would have been enough to shock Jiang Yanchi.
However, after experiencing the colorful porcelain vase, now one hundred million seemed not unusual to Jiang Yanchi.
"Young Master Wei, I'm really sorry."
Jiang Yanchi declined, his face unchanged and heartbeat steady, "That's the birthday gift I bid for my grandfather. Later it might become my family's heirloom. So, apologies."
Wei Jinrong raised an eyebrow slightly.
Using such a reason, anyone would think he was playing coy, trying to bargain.
But he precisely said it was a birthday gift, potentially a future family heirloom.
Since it's a family heirloom, it's priceless.
No matter how much he offers, it's all too low.
"What a... coincidence!"
Whether he believed it or not, Wei Jinrong gave Jiang Yanchi a deep look, his face still carrying that spring breeze-like smile, "Then let me wish the old man longevity as high as the southern mountain in advance!"
"Let's go..."
