"Lu Zhengming, consider that last piece a gift from you to me. I'll buy this one with my own money; even if it's a loss, it's my own affair, you shouldn't have any objections, right?"
Zhang Xiaowei gave a faint smile, took out his bank card, and handed it to the beautiful woman.
Lu Zhengming had a wry smile on his face, utterly without recourse.
After all, it was Zhang Xiaowei's own money he was spending, what reason did he have to criticize?
But the odds were against this raw stone yielding jadeite; when Zhang Xiaowei inevitably wasted eighty thousand on it, he definitely wouldn't be interested in gambling on stones again.
However, there was no use in saying anything now.
He could only hope that the raw stone he picked for Zhang Xiaowei would increase the latter's interest in stone gambling.
"Brother Xiaowei, since you like this raw stone so much, let me pay for it then."
