With a bang, the scene exploded instantly.
One hundred million US dollars, this little kid is crazy and doesn't know how to convert exchange rates, so he dares to ask for this price.
Qu Bai's smiling eyes turned deeper in vain, revealing a bit of exploration. He didn't think that the kid in front of him was joking. On the contrary, he had already thought of this price.
Moreover, the price is reasonable and within his affordability.
In the whole world, if there is anyone who knows the best about jade, knows how to buy and sell jade, and knows how deep and shallow the water is, it must be the Qu family who has been studying jade for generations. And among this generation, the one who has the most precise abacus is Qu Bai.
Although the price of this colorless jadeite from Laokeng glass is not as good as the imperial green from Laokeng glass, its cost is definitely not lower than that of imperial green. Firstly, the colorful light in this colorless jadeite is special enough. Secondly, the natural posture of this jadeite is very similar to Maitreya Buddha. The value of a small piece is definitely not as good as a large piece. Therefore, the US$100 million is indeed reasonable.
"Okay." When the head was nodded, everyone present opened their mouths so wide that they could swallow an egg. They all wondered whether the young master of the Qu family had been given some ecstasy. One hundred million US dollars. Just agreed
But the money spent was not Qu Bai's own, but he didn't feel bad at all.
"Haha, they say I am an old fox, but I think you are the little fox." A low smile escaped from Qu Bai's lips, and he did not hate Song Ye at all because of the heavy bleeding. He always likes to deal with smart people, and every performance of the little fox in front of him is very satisfactory. Thinking like this, he feels a little closer to her, but he wants to raise his head and touch the little guy's head, but... Suddenly avoided.
"Sorry, I don't like others to get close to me." Song Ye took a step back, and his apology sounded distant and without any sincerity.
Qu Bai stood up straight, looked at the empty palms, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. It seemed that he was not only a little fox, but also a little hedgehog.
A piece of colorless jade worth 100 million US dollars was uncovered at the scene, which became the most lively climax of the whole scene. However, in this lively atmosphere, some people were lost and turned pale.
Someone in the crowd shouted, "Oh, this piece of wool looks so good, but it turned out to be a piece of dead jade."
After being greeted in this way, everyone's emotional focus was slightly diverted to the woolen material that had just been on the scene to solve the stone. I saw that the wool had been completely untied, and the white stones on the ground had been piled up into a hill. However, what was placed on the stone unzipping machine was only a small piece of jade, and it was a dead jade with no transparent color.
The man who was still high-spirited and arrogant when he first entered the venue was now pale. In the cold weather, his face was covered with sweat. He stared at the emerald in front of him and murmured to himself, " Impossible, impossible, how could this happen..."
Three million, he spent three million, but what he bought back was a piece of dead jade!
Seeing that he was greatly hit, everyone shook their heads and sighed, "This gambling on stones will make you rich in one day and bankrupt in the next." But it is precisely because of this that some people will follow suit and join in like moths flying into the flames.
The man thought he had achieved success in his business and had great vision. He would brag about it to everyone he met. This time, he spent a lot of money, but unfortunately, it ended dismally.
Everyone else pitied him and sympathized with him, but one person had an expressionless face and wanted him to fulfill his bet in front of everyone.
Song Ye strolled up to him and uttered three words coldly, "You lose."
you lose.
Hearing this, the man's body trembled and he looked at the young man in front of him in a daze. After a long while, he slowly lowered his head and said, "I lost."
"Then, fulfill your bet, three million, and give it to Yufu Jewelry."
The boy's voice was cold, as biting as the snow hanging on the branches in winter. It hit the man's shoulder, instantly crushing the last straw for his survival.
"Hey, kid, this uncle has already lost, and you have taken out your anger, so forget it."
"That's right, you have to be merciful and merciful. This gentleman is already like this. If we ask him to fulfill his bet at this time, wouldn't he be forced to a dead end?"
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Seeing a tall man being forced to hold his head up by a child, everyone couldn't bear it and started to persuade him one after another.
If this were the fifteen-year-old Song Ye, he might have followed everyone else's advice and become a good boy praised by everyone. But now, the person staying in this body is a cold-blooded killer who has tasted blood for fifteen years and understands the cruelty of the world. He still treats the dead. She has no idea, let alone expect her to let go of the person who stepped on her face because of a moment of softness.
"Three million, you are so kind, are you going to help this gentleman pay it back?" She stood on the stage, looking back at the hypocritical faces in the audience, her lips curled into a sharp arc.
The question was so calm that there was no fluctuation, but it made everyone shut up instantly.
After all, everyone has sympathy, but no one will spend three million to buy this sympathy.
Human nature is mostly like this.
Song Ye knew very early on that she was not a person with noble sentiments, so she never had any sympathy when speaking or doing things. She looked at the man in front of her who was trying to escape, and said slowly and clearly word by word: "Young Master Qu is here to testify today. Three million is to pay for your arrogance."
After saying that, she turned around calmly and walked towards the stands, ignoring the whispers around her. There was no need for her to waste time talking about irrelevant people.
Qu Bai caught up from behind and looked at her with a smile on his face, "Haha, since I have become a referee, I think you should treat me to a meal to show my appreciation for my hard work."
"...Yeah." He didn't mention that the cooperation was pleasant or that he had earned him 100 million US dollars. He just said that he needed labor fees as a referee, leaving Song Ye with no reason to refuse.
So, on the last night of his stay in Shishi, Song Ye invited Qu Bai to have a meal, but the place was at a food stall by the river. In the cold night, the two of them gathered around a stone pot fish, which was so spicy that his face turned red.
Later, after ten bottles of wine, the two became friends.
Song Ye feels that compared to Qin Zhan, a person who can make people angry to death without paying for their lives, Qu Bai, who is romantic and yet elegant, is easier to get along with.
So there was one bottle of beer after another. Later, Song Ye misjudged the alcohol capacity of a fifteen-year-old body, and was drunk and carried back to the hotel by Qu Bai, which frightened Zhao Zhen.
Late at night, Qin Zhan was awakened by the ringtone of his cell phone in his sleep. As soon as he connected it, he heard Qu Bai's drunken voice. He opened his mouth and said, "Brother, I spent 100 million US dollars for you today."
One hundred million US dollars... Qin Zhan's heavy eyebrows frowned slightly in the darkness, and finally he replied without any emotion: "The money will be transferred to your account tomorrow."
"Hey, what I want to tell you is not money, but people. Your 100 million US dollars was taken away by a kid."