Chapter 257: He said he was defeated

Yang Zimei continued to calcite. As a result, she naturally knew it. Except for the few pieces of scrap that can be bought, the next solution was a piece of water-green Fei and a glass of violet.
However, the violet emerald really made her very much.
Never knew that there would be purple in this world so beautiful, so elegant, noble, so warm and refreshing.
Of all the colors, except white and blue, she loved purple.
Although this piece of violet is as big as a fist, the water is good and the color is bright enough to make everyone envy and envy.
Someone offered 30 million yuan, Yang Zimei refused.
She doesn't want to sell any jade, she just wants to use it as an ornament or body care item to give to her cherished person.
Well, she shouldn't be short of money now, but there is a marijuana sack of Han dynasty antiques hidden in the house. When you are short of money, you can take out one at random and buy it.
Huang Ming also solved the piece of red jade, water species, the size of a baby's head.
He is also a master of money, so he also rejected the auction and took him home directly.
Although Huang Xiongyuan did not bet on the best jadeite, he also found a piece of hibiscus that was as big as a basketball, which was a small bet.
As for the middle-aged uncle, he washed three pieces, one was leather green, and the other two were waste materials. He was so angry that he vomited blood again.
Because his blood vessels were cleared with acupuncture before Yang Zimei, so he was lucky to have no blood vessels bursting, but in his heart he hated Yang Zimei, thinking that she had taken all her good luck.

Yang Zimei asked Murong Yunqing for a big bag, and he put the three jadeite at will.
"You, it's a grass-covered pearl. These three emeralds are of invaluable value." Mu Yunyun shook his head.
"Oh, pearl is pearl, no matter it is covered with grass or wrapped in silk, it will not affect its value." Yang Zimei laughed.
"That's the same." Murong Yun nodded with a smile. Although she was in simple clothes, it was difficult to hide her dazzling glory.
"Mr. Murong, you have been here for a few days, but it looks like you have changed your personal situation. What happened?" Yang Zimei saw his brows slightly locked, his expression was a little dull, and he could not help asking.
Murong Yun smiled and nodded, "It is indeed going through the greatest baptism and ideological struggle in life."
"How is the result?"
Murong Yunqing gave her a deep look, pursed her lips, her eyes saddened, her voice darkened, "I am still defeated!"
This look made Yang Zimei's heart a little painful and comforted: "Everything will be fine!"
"Everything will be okay?" Murong Yun gave her a smirk and then avoided her gaze. "That will never have a chance."
"Uh?"
Yang Zimei didn't understand what he meant by failure. It stands to reason that he shouldn't be such a man without vindication.
"Okay, it's too late now, you should go back, I'll drive you, otherwise, you might be in trouble with this jadeite worth more than 100 million." Murong Yunqing doesn't seem to want to talk anymore. .
Yang Zimei glanced at the heavy bag in his hand and nodded.
Murong Yunqing drove her back to the downstairs of her house, witnessing her puppet figure going upstairs, and finally the light in her room turned on.
He quietly took out a cigarette and smoked, but saw a black Hummer slowly moving in front of him, parking near him.
The man who made him as awesome as the gods, in black, tall and erect, with a cold face, came out of the car with a flaming rose in his hand ...