"Very... very valuable." Zou Jie mopped his brow as he looked at the shiny scalpel and nodded at Hu Zirui, "Let's go down together and show it to Uncle Xin."
"Don't rush." Hu Zirui stood motionless in front of the door, only to say to Zou Jie in a deep voice, "Da Zou, this is what we've been waiting for our whole lives, don't we want to think this through?"
"Think about what..." Zou Jie, anxious, wiped his sweat and muttered, "This treasure is worth almost 3 million, split five or six hundred thousand each, isn't that good?"
"Just like that? This is the luck of our lifetime, are five or six hundred thousand that much?"
"Isn't that a lot? We can live very comfortably from now on!"
