Chapter 1237 Fifty Billion Is Just a Number to Me

"Hehe..."

Just when everyone was amazed and admired Zhang Xing, Li Shao began to laugh with a suppressed throat.

Everyone was stunned, and their attention was focused on him.

What happened to Li Shao?

Even if he lost, he wouldn't have such an expression.

After a moment, Li Shao stopped laughing.

"Brother, your 50 billion low-grade spirit stones are gone, but mine are still there!"

As he said, he waved his hand, and the storage rings flew back to his pocket in a line.

"Although I lost face, I still have the money, and I can still squander it in the future."

"You just bought a piece of stone, but the money went into someone else's pocket."

"Hey! Young people just can't hold their temper. If there was something in this raw stone, I would have bought it long ago. How could it be your turn?"

Li Shao lost, of course he would find a set of appropriate excuses for himself.

"It's just 50 billion spirit stones, no big deal."

"I said, 50 billion spirit stones are just numbers, it doesn't matter!"

Fanning with a fan, with a disdainful expression on his face.

At this moment, Zhang Xing was the brightest star in the entire Yijin Building.

His brilliance completely covered Li Shao's color.

Especially his attitude, at a specific time and place, made people around him look at him with admiration.

"Haha, whatever you say, only you know whether you feel sorry or not."

"Shopkeeper, why don't you help this brother cut the stone!"

Li Shao was unwilling to be outdone, and also opened his fan, showing an indifferent attitude.

The shopkeeper and dozens of managers looked at Zhang Xing. It was up to the stone owner to decide whether to cut the stone or not.

"Go ahead, I was planning to cut it."

Zhang Xing said lightly.

"Hurry up and prepare to cut the stone for this young master!"

"Go ask Master Chen from the stone shop to do it himself!"

The shopkeeper did not dare to neglect it and ordered immediately.

After a while, an old man in his seventies or eighties in a white robe appeared in front of the raw stone.

After some preparation, four young assistants took tools and began to cut the stone according to Master Chen's instructions.

The broken stones were peeled off layer by layer, and the three-meter-high raw stone gradually shrank.

Master Chen looked solemn and nervous.

The sponsor spent 50 billion to sell this broken stone, so he dared not be careless.

At the same time, he despised Zhang Xing, who bought the raw stone.

"Prodigal son!"

This was his evaluation of Zhang Xing.

"That... Master Chen, you don't have to be nervous. There is nothing on the outside of this stone. You can open it boldly."

Zhang Xing picked up a piece of watermelon and tasted it slowly.

Master Chen turned a deaf ear to Zhang Xing's words.

Cut it as you should.

But a trace of annoyance appeared on his face.

"You are a prodigal son who only knows how to spend money. You know nothing. I have been opening stones since I was a child. It has been eighty years now."

"I know no more than you, and you still need to give me blind instructions."

Zhang Xing just said it casually, and it didn't matter whether he listened or not.

Even if the old man spoke out his heart, Zhang Xing would not be angry.

Facts speak louder than words. Once the contents of the original stone are dug out, I guarantee that you will regret jumping into the sea.

At this time, the original stone was only one meter long.

The people who were digging the stone became more cautious.

"Bang!"

"Stop!"

Master Chen heard the sound and immediately asked the four helpers to step back.

He took the tools and dug it himself, bit by bit.

Ten minutes later, a golden handkerchief appeared in front of everyone.

"Ah! What is that?"

Everyone's eyes lit up at the same time.

No one answered this question. Except for Zhang Xing, Jin Bao, and Wen Jing, no one knew what it was.