Chen Yu held up the sign, looking at Ye Chen with a smug expression.
"Poor bastard, eight million, dare to chase?"
Ye Chen sneered, "Ten million."
At this point, the bid for the stone had reached ten million, and no one else was raising the price.
Ye Chen looked at Chen Yu, "What, wasn't Young Master Chen just adamantly claiming he'd take this stone? Giving up so soon?"
Chen Yu gritted his teeth, "Give up? Whoever gives up is the damn grandson."
With that, Chen Yu raised the sign again, "Twelve million."
The crowd erupted.
Although this piece of jade might produce ice jade, twelve million is too risky.
After all, even though the rough stone's texture and color are decent, the chance of producing a top-grade piece is only about thirty percent.
Ye Chen clapped his hands, "Impressive, congratulations Miss Chen, on winning such a rare rough stone."
"Miss?" Hearing Ye Chen's words, Chen Yu's face turned livid with anger.
