Ruan Xue and Xia Hao exchanged a look, both eyes filled with confusion. Didn't the auctioneer say these three pieces of rock could at most produce ice jadeite?
Even Duan Shan had a hint of doubt, but after witnessing An Yiqing's performance at the Xuandu Jade Stone Conference, he wisely kept silent, quietly observing.
The bidding at the auction platform had started, with an opening price of fifty million.
At this price, the crowd erupted, accusing the auctioneer of being greedy. These three pieces of ice jadeite rough should at most be thirty million, at most thirty-five million, yet now the starting bid was fifty million; they must be crazy about money!
The bidding began, the venue fell eerily silent. After a moment, a woman's voice rang out.
"Sixty million!"
The crowd stirred, and many looked up toward the third floor, trying to identify which private room the voice came from.
