"I definitely have to take him down!"
Chu Qiaoen gritted his teeth, "That guy just spent six million, he’s probably running low on cash now. I want to go all out against him! Brother Hu, are you with me or not?"
Yin Hu was also a bit stunned.
His year-end bonus was only five hundred thousand.
He originally planned to buy a nice-looking stone as a gift for Miss Gu to make up for the times he failed to get Mr. Bo to have dinner with her.
But now the No. 1 VIP had raised the price directly to one million...
Yin Hu silently calculated the numbers in his bank account...
Thankfully, he’s single, and having traveled all over with Bao Gucheng these years, there wasn’t much he needed to spend money on.
Besides, his salary, year-end bonus, and rewards from multiple merits were all saved nicely by Mr. Bo for him to use to get married in the future.
Altogether, he had saved nearly three million.
In a couple of years, he could make a down payment on a small apartment in the capital and slowly pay it off with his future wife.
Chu Qiaoen’s displeased voice echoed in his ear: "Brother Hu, what are you thinking about? Don’t you believe in the guidance Aunt gave us? Aunt has studied treasure appraisal, she’s really impressive. I once saw her appraise an antique for my dad and she was spot on. If you don’t trust her, you might as well quit stone gambling, if you can’t play it, don’t play..."
Chen Long, eager for excitement, chimed in from the side: "Then just quit. My Brother Hu’s money is hard-earned, from braving the elements and scraping by with blood, unlike you wealthy second-generation socialites who speak with no pressure..."
Yin Hu swallowed his saliva.
With a solemn face, he said, "I’m not quitting. I believe in Miss Gu."
With that, he decisively followed the bidding for the No. 16 raw stone: "One million one hundred thousand."
Chu Qiaoen was very satisfied: "Kudos to you. With the two of us teaming up, I refuse to believe we can’t bring down that No. 1 big shot pretending to be rich!"
She casually followed by bidding on the No. 6 raw stone with generosity: "One million five hundred thousand."
Chen Long slammed his teacup on the table and stood up in a huff, "Damn, Hu Zi, do you really believe this? Are you out of your mind?"
Yin Hu: "You don’t understand. This trust is precious."
If Miss Gu returned later and asked why he didn’t bid on No. 16, he’d have no face to answer.
What good were his words about Miss Gu being a good person if he couldn’t act on them? What kind of man would he be then?
Chen Long was so angry he couldn’t breathe.
To be honest, Yin Hu was usually a decent and honest guy.
Although not as straightforward as Wei Yang, he didn’t smoke, drink, or gamble, had saved a lot for a future wife, and was a good man who lived a steady life.
What the hell happened today making him want to gamble stones with rich people?
If he’s going to play, why play so big?
All this just because he believes in what Miss Gu said?
"Damn it, if you lose badly, can Gu Shiyin help you pay off your debt?" Chen Long tried to knock some sense into him, frustrated at his hopelessness.
Yet, his goodwill only received the ignorant backs of Yin Hu and Chu Qiaoen—
"Don’t mind my business. You really don’t understand stone gambling."
"Brother Long, don’t make noise! Aunt said No. 6 and No. 16 are fine, there’s no way to lose. As long as Brother Hu gets that stone today, just wait for the day he hits the jackpot and laughs his head off!"
He came here today with the plan of "preventing brothers from revealing secrets to Miss Gu they shouldn’t," who knew the plot would turn into "trying to persuade a brother to turn back only to be despised"?
Damn, it’s exhausting!