Ten million, who the hell set that price initially, who the hell said this vein couldn’t possibly produce meteorite gold of such high quality, who, who, step forward, I promise I won’t beat you to death.
Heavenly Blue Sand is indeed valuable, but it’s only worth around six million, and even if he were to buy it and sell it, four million would be gone just like that. What’s more infuriating is that he didn’t even earn a single penny from the refining fee; others took care of it themselves.
Although his heart was bleeding, Yuan Tianbo practically gritted his teeth as he took out the silver note and handed it over.
"Again, Young Master Mu, let’s go again." The onlookers continued to jeer. From Yuan Tianbo’s mouth, they had learned of Mu Hanyan’s great name, and some had even heard of his reputation as the number one playboy of Heishi City.
However, whether he was a playboy or not was none of their concern; as long as the Yuan Family suffered a loss, it was all the same to them if it helped let off some steam.
"Okay." Mu Hanyan was curious not only about his own good luck but also about Ling Baobao’s alchemy skills, and of course, he wouldn’t stop there.
Upon hearing Mu Hanyan’s response, Yuan Tianbo trembled all over, his back tingling with numbness.
At first, they were dealing in hundreds or tens of thousands, but now it had risen to ten million. The Stone Tasting Conference’s earnings for the year had essentially all gone into Mu Hanyan’s hands—no, including various expenses, he had actually started to eat into the capital.
If he let Mu Hanyan continue, who knew what kind of meteorite gold he would unearth next. Those that were priced at tens or even hundreds of millions on the wall, which Yuan Tianbo previously thought impossible to exist on the Holy Court Continent or at least unlikely to be found in the Yuan family’s mines, seemed all too possible now, in front of the jinx Mu Hanyan.
No, he couldn’t let him continue. Otherwise, it wouldn’t just be the mine in Little Pond City at stake; the Yuan family in Heishi City could be hollowed out. If he lost everything down to his underpants, the Family Head would surely beat him to death.
"Wait." Yuan Tianbo made up his mind and quickly approached Mu Hanyan.
"What’s the matter?" Mu Hanyan asked.
"Young Master Mu, it’s getting late. How about I host a meal at Zuixian Building for everyone tonight?" Yuan Tianbo said with a smile plastered all over his face.
"Oh, treating us to a meal, are you? Didn’t you just say you wouldn’t?" Mu Hanyan eyed Yuan Tianbo with a peculiar look.
"Er..." Yuan Tianbo really wanted to slap himself. People say harmony brings wealth, what was the point in holding a grudge? If he had just invited Mu Hanyan to dinner earlier, all would have been well, right?
"I’m sorry, I have no acquaintance with you, why on earth should I dine with you?" Mu Hanyan said coldly, throwing Yuan Tianbo’s earlier words right back at him.
"His brain must be waterlogged, he already said we’re not acquainted, yet here he is inviting us to dinner," Wu Qiuyun chimed in, repeating what Yuan Tianbo had just said.
Yuan Tianbo’s face changed unpredictably. He had guessed that Mu Hanyan would not give him any face, and the dinner invitation was nothing more than a polite prelude to a more aggressive strategy.
"No dinner, no problem. It’s getting dark, this Stone Tasting Conference is now concluded, everyone please go home," Yuan Tianbo said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. Updates are released by n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net
"Young Master Yuan, that doesn’t seem right, does it? Each Stone Tasting Conference lasts for three days and nights without pause, and today is only the first day, how can you just say it’s over?"
"Can’t you handle losing? How come you didn’t stop when we were losing money, but as soon as someone starts winning, you stop it? Do you really take us for fools?"
Upon Yuan Tianbo’s declaration, those who had previously incurred losses at the Stone Tasting Conference were the first to express their dissatisfaction.