That raw stone, Meng Jingyi couldn't tell what was special about it compared to an ordinary rock, how could it be worth three million?
Meng Jingyi thought for a moment, glanced around, closed her eyes and then opened them again. A streak of emerald light radiated from that raw stone. The light was bright, but only a small patch, and it was all at the edge of the stone; the middle part had nothing at all.
Wouldn't that be a loss then?
Just as Meng Jingyi was thinking this, the second cut went down, and very soon the answer was revealed. Sure enough, as she had expected, it was a dry cut.
As soon as the second cut went down, someone started whispering, "Elder Yuan will probably lose quite a bit this time."
Meng Jingyi heard someone beside her say sourly, "It's fine, Elder Yuan has made a lot recently, he can afford to lose."
