The national male god is fierce and strong

Chapter 578
The eyes of those who know the goods lit up, and they exclaimed in shock: "Emperor Purple, Emperor Purple..."

The whole crowd fell silent.

The scorching eyes were all focused on the emerald in the boy's palm.

"Impossible, impossible..." The stall owner was stunned by the sudden change like a fool.

"I obviously picked it up from the trash, how can I get the jade out..."

The middle-aged stall owner was struggling to do some deceitful handicraft business, the value of which was only a hundred.

This stone was taken out by him as a gimmick, which looked like a rough stone in a TV show.

People are in a trap, never expected...

The stall owner was feeling remorse, and heard from the onlookers that the imperial purple jadeite auctioned a few years ago sold for [-] million yuan.

The one in Yantao's hands is obviously of better quality than the one that was auctioned off. In addition to the popularity of jadeite these years, the price may double.

The stall owner stared at the emerald, vomiting blood so much that he wanted to strangle himself to death, [-] million, doubled to [-] million...

If he cut the stone open, the money would be his own!

Anyone who got 1 yuan for no reason would be overjoyed.

But when you know that you can get more, ten times and a hundred times more, your mood will be different.

The stall owner vomits blood...

He gritted his teeth, a mouthful of old blood clogged his chest, and he was so stuffy, "Little brother, this thing is worth a lot of money. You only gave me 1 yuan, isn't it a little guilty? We have to be honest when we do business." ?”

He looked at the imperial purple jadeite eagerly, wishing he could snatch it back immediately.

It's all money!

money.

Yan Tao put one hand in his pocket, his posture was casual, and he didn't pay attention to the people around him who were ready to move.

The boy hooked his lips and smiled, "Then how much do you want?"

The stall owner stretched out a finger, "One hundred, no, 1000 million!"

"This thing is sold for hundreds of millions. If you don't buy it, return it to me!"

As the stall owner said, he was about to reach out and grab it.

The vendors who set up stalls around were disgusted by his shamelessness.

The middle-aged stall owner had a strong figure, and when he bumped into him, everyone was a little worried.

The body strength is obviously not on the same level.

Before the stall owner rushed over, Qin Zongjun's face was frozen, and he kicked out his long legs, and kicked hard on the stall owner's heart.

The strength is very heavy.

The melon-eaters standing a little closer even heard a click.

The sound of broken bones.

The stall owner's face was pale, and his fat body flew upside down, dragging it for more than ten meters.

hiss--

This force value.

With Qin Zong's kick, the man who could kick his mind sucked in a breath of cold air.

Mom.

This pair, that is the rhythm of going back to my hometown!

They don't want to die yet.

Run quickly.

Some people also took a fancy to this piece of jade and came to ask if they could sell it.

After getting a negative answer, I left disappointed.

They also knew that with such a perfect jadeite, most people would keep it at home for collection, and few were willing to sell it.

Liu Wu: "Yantao, you still know how to gamble with stones? Are you amazing?"

"I saw it all. The face of the stall owner was so angry that he almost vomited to death."

Yan Tao lazily raised his eyes, "He thinks this young master is taking advantage of him, okay, I'll compare with him."

After all, comparisons produce results.

Yan Tao did it on purpose.

Calculation of stones on the spot.

A person like a middle-aged stall owner will only feel that he has lost money, or that he has lost blood.

(End of this chapter)