"Master Zhou, you've been staring at this glass bead for quite a while now. How much is it really worth so I can quickly buy it," a young man glanced disdainfully at Song Yun and said.
Zhou Wei's body trembled slightly, obviously just coming back to his senses, and he mumbled, "Four thousand... four thousand."
"What, only four thousand?" The whole room burst into laughter, then they looked at Song Yun with disdain, taunting him for his pretense. He refused one million before, and now it has been appraised at four thousand. Let's see where he puts his face now.
"Wow, that's really something. I originally thought this glass ball was worth just a few cents, turns out it does have some value, hahaha, just four thousand, I'll buy..."
Before the young man could speak, Zhou Wei suddenly shouted, "I haven't finished my speech yet, this glass bead has a minimum value of forty million!"
