Ye Feng stood beside Lin Zhen, still wearing an easy smile as if he had done something as simple as eating or drinking; there seemed to be nothing worth boasting about in his own eyes.
"Sir Lin, I'll offer one hundred million for this piece of purple jadeite. May I buy it from you?" At this moment, a jadeite merchant stepped forward and asked.
"Sir Lin, I'll offer one hundred and ten million. Will you sell it to me?"
"I'll offer one hundred and thirty million!" Suddenly, the surrounding businessmen became excited, each calling out their bids.
Lin Zhen, however, waved his hand with an unruffled expression, "No rush, no rush."
Lin Zhen then looked at Li Linfeng, a mischievous glint in his eye, "Old Sir Li, do you remember the bet we made just now? Isn't it time to fulfill your promise? This was your own suggestion, don't tell me you're going to renege!"
