Chapter 257 He Said He Lost

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Yang Zimei continued to dissolve the stone, but she naturally knew it for a long time. Apart from the few scraps that could be bought, what came out later was a green jade of water, and a violet of glass.

However, that violet emerald really endeared her very much.

I never knew that in this world, there will be purples that are so beautiful, so elegant, so noble, so warm and refreshing.

Of all the colors, except for white and blue, she loves purple.

Although this piece of violet is only about the size of a fist, the water species is good and the color is bright enough to make everyone envious and jealous.

Someone offered 30 million, but Yang Zimei refused.

She doesn't want to sell any jade, she just wants to use it as an ornament or a body protector to give to someone she cherishes.

As for money, she should not be short of money now. There is a large bag of antiques from the Han Dynasty hidden in the house.

Huang Ming also unraveled the piece of red jade, a water seed, as big as a baby's head.

He is also a master who is not short of money, so he also refused the auction and took it home directly.

Although Huang Xiongyuan didn't bet on top-quality jadeite, he also solved a piece of hibiscus the size of a basketball, which was a small bet.

As for the middle-aged uncle, he bought three pieces, one piece was made of leather green, and two pieces were scraps. He was so angry that he vomited blood again.

Since his blood vessels were dredged by Yang Zimei with acupuncture before, he luckily did not burst the blood vessels. However, in his heart, he held a grudge against Yang Zimei, and felt that she had robbed him of all his good luck.

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Yang Zimei asked Murong Yunqing for a big bag, and put the three pieces of jade into it at will.

"You, it's really grass covered with pearls, these three pieces of jadeite are invaluable." Mu Yunyunqing shook his head and said.

"Haha, a pearl is a pearl, whether it is covered with grass or wrapped in silk, it will not affect its value." Yang Zimei said with a smile.

"That's right." Murong Yunqing nodded with a smile, even though she was wearing simple clothes, it was hard to hide her dazzling brilliance.

"Mr. Murong, you haven't been around for a long time, but it looks like you've changed someone. Did something happen?" Yang Zimei couldn't help but ask when he saw his brow furrowed slightly.

Murong Yunqing smiled and nodded, "It is true that I have experienced the greatest baptism and ideological struggle in my life."

"How is the result?"

Murong Yunqing took a deep look at her, pursed her lips, her eyes were a little sad, and her tone was sad, "I still lost!"

His eyes made Yang Zimei's heart hurt slightly, and he comforted: "Everything will be fine!"

"Everything will be fine?" Murong Yunqing glanced at her with a wry smile, and then avoided her gaze, "That will never have a chance."

"Uh?"

Yang Zimei didn't understand what failure he was referring to. Logically speaking, he shouldn't be this kind of person without vindictiveness.

"Okay, it's too late now, you should go back, I'll drive you, otherwise, you will probably be in trouble carrying this jadeite worth more than 100 million on the road." Murong Yunqing seemed to not want to talk further. .

Yang Zimei looked at the heavy bag in his hand and nodded.

Murong Yunqing drove her back to the downstairs of her house and watched her slim figure go upstairs, and finally the lights in her room came on.

He silently took out his cigarette and started smoking, only to see a black Hummer driving slowly ahead and parked not far from him.

The man who made him revere as if he was a god, dressed in black, tall and straight, with a stern face, came out of the car with a fiery rose in his hand...