"Nine hundred thousand!" Stirred by Tang Hongyuan's provocation, Yan Xueyi could no longer hold back. Without hesitation, he raised his hand and shouted, "We, Jing Yun Jewelry, bid nine hundred thousand!"
Having said that, Yan Xueyi glared challengingly at Li Changlin.
"Impressive," Li Changlin said with an easy smile, then added indifferently, "One million, five hundred thousand!"
"What!"
"Oh my god, this is getting intense!"
"One million, five hundred thousand, goodness gracious, is this defying the heavens!"
Li Changlin's words set off an uproar among the crowd.
The owner of the rough stone was so excited his body froze completely.
"Keep going, keep going, oh my god, I'm rich, I'm really rich!" This guy had actually come to the antique market to gamble on stones with a do-or-die attitude.
He never imagined that his first purchase of a rough stone would earn him over a million. He was too excited, too thrilled.
