Bai Xiaosheng deliberately asked Sun Yiran a question.
"Ten times the market price, do you want this piece of jade?"
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Sun Yiran's face twitched, feeling as though all the gazes were scorching his cheeks!
The material worth nine hundred thousand, at ten times the market price, would be nine million! Even he was astounded by this price!
But most importantly, it wasn't even about the money.
Indeed, the material was good, really good, but it was worth nine hundred thousand at most. To spend nine million on it would be the epitome of folly, sheer idiocy! Anyone with a normal brain wouldn't make such a move!
However, just now, he had said he would buy it, at ten times the market price, no less!
Face, oh face! A person lives for face just as a tree lives for its bark!
To buy would be stupid, but to not buy would be to lose all face.
He, Sun Yiran, Sir Ran, if he went back on his word under everyone's gaze, how would he ever mix in these circles again!
