"Hehe, I offer three hundred genuine yuan stones!"
The owner of the voice instantly raised the price to three hundred genuine yuan stones, which equated to thirty thousand lesser yuan stones.
"Who is that?!"
The elder with the bamboo hat became furious, his voice turning cold.
If the price were one or two thousand lesser yuan stones, he might see a profit, but at the price of thirty thousand lesser yuan stones, it hardly mattered anymore.
"Vice President!"
The dark-faced shopkeeper said with utmost respect.
Then, a middle-aged man dressed like a scholar, with a fair complexion, descended the stairs from the second floor of the Treasure Tower.
"Vice President? Are you the 'Mr. Bai Mian' of the Hidden Lake Conference, Xu Chuan Song?"
The voice of the elder with the bamboo hat changed.
"I am indeed Xu Chuan Song. It's unfortunate for you that this 'Treasure Tower' is one of my business enterprises."
The fair-faced scholar slapped a folding fan into his palm.
Hum!
