For a moment, the hall burst into laughter.
Who would believe someone would be so foolish as to spend so much money on gibberish?
Ten middle-grade Spirit Stones were enough for half a year of carefree living.
Zhang Jiakai's face turned red with embarrassment as his gaze shot over in anger—this was clearly an attempt to undermine him!
How could he let a wealthy customer slip away so easily?
Just as he was about to retort...
"Clang clang clang..."
Zhou Yuan didn't hesitate to take out ten middle-grade Spirit Stones and throw them onto the table, rolling them toward Zhang Jiakai, he said, "Cut the crap, spill it!"
Zhang Jiakai's eyes gleamed as he quickly pocketed the Spirit Stones, fearing they might sprout wings and fly away.
The most embarrassing part was, he didn't even attempt to haggle!
But that was fine by him, for he'd made a tidy profit and could now live the high life for the rest of the year.
"Damn it!"