As an onlooker, Chu Yi couldn't get his hands on the Tribulation Transcendence Spiritual Pill, but he felt that making a meal's worth of money from it was still possible.
"How about we make a bet?"
The chubby boy quickly asked, "What bet?"
"We bet on a meal, we each come up with a price, and whoever's price is farthest from the final sale price loses, how about that?"
"Is it the loser who treats to the meal, or the winner?"
The chubby boy's brain must have been kicked by a donkey to ask such a level-less question.
"Of course, it's the loser, duh."
The chubby boy smiled and nodded his head.
"I think it has to be at least two million to close the deal."
"Sure?"
The chubby boy, seeing Chu Yi's serious expression, thought for a moment and then added a hundred thousand.
"Two million one hundred thousand it is. This amount is already the limit."
The price in past years was around one million eight hundred thousand.
