Even though Yan Xueyi managed to bid successfully for that rough stone, he would still end up at a loss in the end.
Because that piece of scrap wasn't on stage, Yan Xueyi certainly wouldn't pick it up.
As for the latter voice, that belonged to the previous owner of the rough stone.
When he heard that a bead the size of a pigeon's egg was worth several million, his heart felt as if it was being scratched by a cat—he was truly vexed!
Several million!
At the thought of this number, the fat man's heart was filled with deep regret.
It was only now that he suddenly realized that he was the real fool!
However, this was just the beginning.
Under Li Changlin's instruction, the cutter picked up another small rough stone.
"Could there be something inside this one too?"
"Impossible, his luck can't be that good!"
"Oh my God, I'm so excited right now. If Li Changlin finds turquoise in this rough stone, then what about the other pieces!"
