Yin Hao, "..."
Yin Hao didn't even know what to say anymore.
Gambling on stone, relying on feelings?
WTF?
Are you sure you're not kidding me?
But then, thinking about Zhuang Jinshu's bizarre luck with gambling on stone...
Yin Hao felt relieved again.
That piece when she was seven...
Wasn't it...
Imperial Green?!
He said, "Then bid for it, no matter the cost."
Such a domineering CEO move.
Others present were thinking the same—although they didn't have Zhuang Jinshu's koi-like good fortune, the act of having this raw stone featured as the finale at the underground gambling stone venue added an aura to it.
After all, the raw stones that were the finale at the auctions in previous years never failed to reveal jadestone of decent quality.
Before being presented at the auction, they were inspected by professional and experienced jadestone appraisers.
Otherwise, with such high prices, if they kept turning out to be busts, who would still trust the auction?