"Are you trying to trick me?" Ge Teng looked at the several strings of jade pendants in Zhan Jingshu's hand with some skepticism.
It really felt a bit like something mass-produced; is it really useful? If it's good jade, she would believe in selling it for money.
Zhan Jingshu said helplessly, "If this thing is in the hands of someone who recognizes its value (for example, a cultivator), it could be worth millions. Second Aunt, don't sell it randomly, it's better to keep it for yourself."
"It's worth that much?! Don't trick me, you have several strings in your hand."
"Why would I trick you? Otherwise, do you think the young master of the Mu family is a fool, holding onto them tightly? Just take the wine, if you take it to sell at Tong Mama's Private Kitchen, it's also worth millions."
Even Zhan Zhengye widened his eyes: "Your master is this rich?!"
