Chapter 62: $ 100 million

With a bang, the scene exploded instantly.
One hundred million dollars, this little baby is crazy and does not know the conversion rate, but dare the lion open his mouth to raise this price.
Qu Bai's smiling eyes became deep in vain, revealing a bit of searching taste. He didn't think the kid in front of him was joking. On the contrary, the price was what he had long wanted.
Moreover, this price is reasonable and within his range.
In this world, if anyone knows jadeite best, knows how to buy and sell jadeite, and knows that the water is shallow and shallow, it is the Qujia who studied jade for generations, and in this generation, the most accurate abacus is Qubai.
Although the price of this old pit glass type colorless jade is not comparable to that of the old pit glass type of emerald green, its cost is definitely not lower than that of the emerald green. One is that the colorful light that comes with this colorless emerald is special enough The second is that this jadeite's natural appearance is like the Maitreya Buddha, and the value of small pieces is definitely not as good as large pieces. Therefore, this billion US dollars is indeed reasonable.
"Okay." When this head nodded, everyone in the room could open their mouths to swallow an egg, and they speculated in their hearts that the master of this song would not be given any ecstasy, $ 100 million. So promised?
But the money was not spent by Qu Bai himself, but he was not distressed at all.
"Hehe, they all said that I was an old fox, and I think you are a little fox." Qu Bai smiled lowly from his lips, and hated Song Ye for a lot of bleeding. He always likes to deal with smart people, and every little performance of this little fox in front of him is very satisfying. Thinking about this, he felt a little closer to her, but he wanted to look up and touch the top of the little guy, but Was dodged all of a sudden.
"Sorry, I don't like being close to others." Song Ye took a step back, and he didn't have any sincerity when he apologized.
Qu Bai stood up straight, looking at the empty palm, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, it seemed not only a little fox, but also a little hedgehog.
A colorless emerald worth 100 million US dollars was solved at the scene, which became the most lively climax in the audience. However, in this lively atmosphere, some people lost their souls and became pale.
I don't know who shouted in the crowd, "Oh, this looks at a piece of wool with good skin, but how can it be solved?"
Being so greeted, everyone's emotional focus was slightly scattered on the wool of the same calcite just now. I saw that the wool had been completely solved, and the white flowers on the ground had been piled up into small bales, but the small jadeite resting on the calculus machine was a piece of dead jade with no transparent color.
At the beginning of the game, he had high toes, and the red-faced man was pale at this time. In the cold weather, his face was full of sweat. He stared at the emerald in front of him, muttering to himself, " Impossible, impossible, how could this be ... "
Three million, he spent three million, but how to buy it is a piece of dead Fei!
When everyone saw him being hit hard, they all shook their heads and sighed, "This gambling on stones, once wealthy, and once ruined." But because of this, some people will go forward and the moths will throw themselves in.
Men think that they have achieved success in business and have a brilliant vision. Everyone is bragging about everything. This time it is even more costly. Unfortunately, it ended miserably.
Others were pitiful and sympathetic to him, but only one man was expressionless and wanted to make him honor his gambling agreement under these eyes.
Song Ye walked in front of him and spat out three words indifferently, "You lost."
you lose.
Hearing that the man trembled and looked at the teenager in front of him with a stunned look, then he lowered his head slowly, "I lost."
"So, honor your bet, three million, and send it to Yufu Jewelry."
The boy's voice was cold, piercing like snow hanging on a branch in the cold winter, hitting the man's shoulder, instantly crushing the last straw he survived.
"Well, boy, this uncle has lost, and you're angry, just forget it."
"Yeah, you have to deal with others. This gentleman has already done this. At this time, let him honor his contract, isn't it to force him to go out of business?"
...
Seeing that a tall man was forced to lift his head by a child, everyone couldn't bear it, and persuaded them.
If this was changed to fifteen-year-old Song Ye, maybe everyone would be like a cloud and a good compliment. But what is in this body now is 15 years of blood, and he knows the cruel cold-blooded killer in the world. Unconscious, let alone expect her to let go of those who step on her face because of a soft heart.
"Three million, are you so kind, are you going to help this gentleman?" She stood on the stage and looked back at these hypocritical mouths and quietly, the corners of her mouth were sharpened.
The interrogation was so calm that there was no ups and downs, but it closed everyone's mouths instantly.
After all, compassion is for everyone, but no one will pay three million to buy this sympathy.
Human nature is probably the case.
Song Ye knew early on that she was not a noble man, so there was no sympathy when talking and doing things. She looked at the man trying to escape in front of her and said slowly and clearly, "Today, Qu Shao testified. Three million is paying for your arrogance. "
After speaking, she turned quietly and walked to the stands. She ignored the whisperings around her, and she didn't have to worry about irrelevant people.
Qu Bai caught up from behind and looked at her with a smile on her face, "Hehe, since you have been a referee for a time, I think you should invite me for a meal to comfort my hard work."
"... Well." He didn't mention the pleasant cooperation, not to mention that he earned him 100 million US dollars, and simply said that he needed labor fees as a referee, and there was no reason for Song Ye to refuse.
So, on the last night of staying in Shishi, Song Ye invited Qu Bai for a meal, but the place was a stall on the riverside. On a cold night, the two were surrounded by a stone pot fish, and their faces turned red.
Later, the two became friends after drinking ten bottles.
Song Ye feels that compared with Qin Zhan, who is so angry and dying, he is easier to get along with.
So one bottle of beer followed by another. Later, Song Ye miscalculated the amount of alcohol in the body of a fifteen-year-old man. Drunk crippled was taken back to the hotel by Qu Bai, scaring Zhao Zhen into fright.
Late at night, Qin Zhan in his sleep was awakened by the ringtone of his mobile phone. As soon as he was connected, he heard Qu Bai's drunken sound. He opened his mouth and said, "Brother, I helped you spend 100 million dollars today."
One hundred million dollars ... Qin Zhan's heavy eyebrows narrowed slightly in the darkness, and no emotion was replied at the end: "Money hits your account tomorrow."
"Hey, what I'm telling you is not money, it's human. Your $ 100 million was taken by a little ghost."