Old Man Shi rubbed his eyes and took a clear look at the stone in Ye Tian's hand before saying, "Ye Tian, didn't I tell you, this is just a piece of scrap."
Chen Xing was now seriously wondering if there was something wrong with Ye Tian's brain. He had just signaled that Ye Tian could continue raising the bid, yet Ye Tian had politely handed over that stone to someone else, and now he was holding a piece of scrap looking overjoyed, as if he had found a treasure.
"Ye Tian, do you have any idea what scrap means? It refers to stuff so useless that if you threw it on the street, it would be considered an eyesore!"
"Scrap! Pfft!"
Little Bun mimicked Chen Xing's tone and disdainfully said "Scrap," then hurriedly followed after Chen Xing who was heading towards a crowd. They were moving towards where that large stone about to be cut was placed.
