"Not selling the item?" Wang Jingmin's expression turned grim instantly.
Zhan Yun maintained a look of indifference, "That's right, the item is not for sale."
Wang Jingmin's face went through a series of changes, and a fierce light occasionally flashed through his eyes.
Zhan Yun was on alert, he could tell that Wang Jingmin was not a good sort.
However, very quickly, Wang Jingmin's face brightened with a smile again, "Half a million is not enough? How about eight hundred thousand! What do you say to eight hundred thousand?"
After Wang Jingmin spoke, everyone around gasped in astonishment.
For the women around, eight hundred thousand was a very high figure, even for those who often dealt with antiques, it was an impressive sum.
Many people looked at Zhan Yun with envy, and a woman whispered, "This guy has walked into sheer dumb luck, flipping it for a profit of half a million, how lucky can you get!"
