The crowd snapped back to reality, urging Song Yun to cut the stone, their tone filled with mockery.
Wang Qiang turned green with envy, unable to believe that Da Long had unveiled a jade worth tens of millions. When he saw Song Yun's rough stone, his heart shattered.
"Wait."
At that moment, Da Long stopped them.
The crowd looked at him with confusion, and he smiled, saying, "Since I've cut mine, let's appraise its value first. We can look at his later."
Da Long glanced at Wang Qiang and laughed, "Wang Qiang, you appraise it. I trust that you wouldn't spout nonsense, right?"
This act was clearly meant to humiliate Wang Qiang.
Wang Qiang's face was pale blue. He was silent for a moment before speaking in a deep voice, "This jade stone is valued at around sixty million, so sixty million it is. How about it?"
"Good, sixty million," Da Long nodded, smiling slyly, "Wang Qiang, prepare sixty million, and if you lose, you'll need to pay the equivalent in Huaxia Coin."
