"Dead Bet! Damn Dead Bet!"
"God damn it, this kid is so cunning, he's trying to trick someone to death!"
Everyone in the auditorium cursed in unison.
The host's face turned green as he fought back tears, wishing he could strangle Ye Feng to death.
This raw stone had shown great promise, and according to the initial estimates, the transaction price should have been conservatively estimated to be between ten and fifteen million; in the event of an intense bid, even reaching twenty million wasn't out of the question.
But now, it had been sold for a mere three million because of Ye Feng's meddling, a steal without a doubt.
"I curse this Dead Bet that when the raw stone is cut open, it's completely hollow, and he loses all the way to his grandma's house..."
"That's right, he who tricks others will surely trick himself. This guy is definitely going to be unlucky."
