Almost everyone wants to squeeze forward. Even though they know they cannot own it, they still want to watch it up close, because everyone present understands that once this bloody beauty leaves here, it is almost impossible to see it again, because no matter who buys it, it is either hidden as a family heirloom or becomes a store treasure for the merchant. Even if it is a move, it is not their turn to appreciate it.

If you can't have it, it's good to take a look at it! Maybe they can have a further desire to take a photo with this top-quality blood beauty? No matter what, it's a little closer. With this idea, almost everyone was squeezing in. The surging crowd almost pushed Jian'er who was standing beside him and almost fell down.

At this critical moment, a powerful hand grabbed Jian'er's arm, and with this force, Jian'er stood firm.

"Hmph!" A cold snorkeled up and Jian'er turned around and saw that the person who extended a helping hand to her was Lei. At this time, Lei had already raised his half-lowered head. His beautiful face would never misunderstand his gender because of his aura. Because of his height, he almost looked down at everyone. The most eye-catching thing about him was not the beautiful face, but the noble and condensing temperament, especially when the cold eyes swept across everyone, it made people feel a chill rising from the soles of their feet and then heading straight to their foreheads.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet. Under the gaze of Lei, everyone felt that their feet were a little soft. Because in that line of sight, everyone felt that what was reflected in them was only lifeless dead people, and they were one of the "dead people". The look at them seemed to be no different from looking at a dead thing, and this feeling was creepy.

Feeling that his sleeve was gently pulled, Lei lowered his head, it was Jian'er.

"I'm fine." After saying that, he patted Lei comfortably, still holding her big hand.

Her eyelashes drooped slightly. She slowly put away her strong momentum and stood behind Jian'er with one step. This time, Lei did not completely restrain his aura. The people around Jian'er couldn't help but take a step back. In an instant, a small vacuum area appeared in Jian'er.

It felt that the air around seemed to be much more unobstructed. The smell of entering the breath was not so uncomfortable. Jian'er nodded with satisfaction and breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's so dangerous! It's so dangerous!" A voice broke the condensed atmosphere, and it was Boss Mao who made the sound.

When the commotion began, Boss Mao rushed towards the bloody beauty with a spiritual activity that was completely inconsistent with his body shape. But unlike others, Boss Mao did not rush up to watch the bloody beauty up close, but instead stuck out his butt. He opened his fat arms and protected the bloody beauty in a half-hug position.

You must know that if something goes wrong in the crowd riot, it is not a joke.

Maybe someone wants to take advantage of the chaos and fishing to snatch the bloody beauty away. Not to mention that in broad daylight, no one has the courage to watch the public. This is really unsure. Haven’t you heard of it? Capitalists will take risks for 50% of profit and dare to trample on all human laws for 100% of profit. Everyone present is basically knowledgeable. Everyone knows the value of this bloody beauty. In the face of such a high return, what can the crime of robbery be counted?

To take a step back, it means that the people present are aware of it, and no one has the intention of this, but it is crowded. It is okay to hurt people. It is just a few medical expenses. If a person accidentally squeezes this piece of bloody beauty to the ground, lacks a corner and collapses, and may break out a crack, then the value will drop by a factor of twice. In this case, who will the loss be?…

No matter who the losses are calculated, he and Mao cannot get rid of it anyway. After all, if something happens to his territory, Boss Mao cannot escape the responsibility. If one fails to protect and improper order maintenance, he can bear a considerable part of the responsibility.

Because all the attention was placed on the bloody beauty, Boss Mao didn't notice anything behind him. He just felt that there was a sudden silence behind him, and then no one squeezed towards him, twisting his fat butt, huh? Is there empty behind him? Why is this fat? I stood up straight and turned around in confusion. Hell, why are this guy changing his temperament?

As a gambling stone, Boss Mao knew that if the best jade appeared in the circle, let alone this piece of blood beauties that can be listed as the best glass-type, even ordinary glass-type jade might cause a burst of madness. Put your heart in mind, you should know that if it was not on his territory, but someone else cut out a blood beauties of glass-type outside, he was definitely the first to squeeze forward. With his tonnage, it would definitely be a heavy-flat type, one hits the other, and two hits the other one.

In fact, after the crowd retreated, the few people in the circle became obvious. Not to mention the imposing thunder, although he had the strongest presence, no one dared to keep him open. Although Thunder had a face that could only be described as tempting, his cold air that could freeze to death was so hurt! The people present deliberately or unintentionally shifted their eyes away from the location of the thunder, so that Boss Mao, who had the largest tonnage, was clearly highlighted.

Especially when the silence broke out, almost everyone's eyes focused on Boss Mao. Of course, the "elegant" movement of twisting the fat butt was also unstoppable.

"Puchi!" The first one couldn't help but hear, and then everyone couldn't help laughing like a powerful infectious disease.

Boss Mao turned around and looked at everyone innocently with an inexplicable expression. The joy made people unable to control themselves, and laughter filled the whole room. But it was this laughter that made the atmosphere in the room relax, and the people who were in an out of control also regained their rationality.

"Old Mao, Old Mao! Brother, I'm the first time I've discovered that you have such a talent for acting!" said Boss Song, who was a little breathless when he smiled.

"Go award! Go award!" Touching his head, although it was a little unclear, was it right to praise him? Although Boss Mao felt that why Boss Song suddenly said this, he still said a few reflexively modestly. But his silly look really like an enlarged version of a big stupid bear, which made everyone who had just controlled the laughter couldn't help laughing.

"Okay, let's talk about serious things." Boss Song coughed a few times, finally swallowed his laughter back to his stomach, and asked straight to the point, "I wonder if Miss Song intends to take action?"

"Why call it a blood beauty?" Jian'er asked without answering Boss Song's question.

I can't figure out whether Jian'er really doesn't understand or pretends not to understand, but since Jian'er asked, Boss Song decided to say to show sincerity: "In our business, red represents 'blessing', but most red jades tend to be yellow-red or brown-red, with few bright red and blood-red. This red jade is usually called a blood beauty. The blood beauty cut by Miss Song not only has a positive color, but also is a rare glass type. It can be called a priceless treasure."

Some people may say, why is Boss Song so stupid? How can he save the price after he tells this?

Although the buyers want to arrange the goods and step on the ground, this situation does not necessarily apply to the special business of gambling stones. You should know that almost everyone is from the industry. Who can deceive anyone else? If only Boss Song and Jian'er are present, Boss Song may not be so honest about the situation to Jian'er. After all, this is a common problem for businessmen and they will want to suppress costs...

But what occasion is it now? Everyone present is a businessman. If Boss Song does this, then will he still have a reputation in the industry? And although everyone usually calls him brothers, when they encounter the best quality information, they may know who will know who. The one who dismantles you is definitely your brother.

Once Jian'er feels disgusted, thinking that he is intentionally cheating, and speaking out, this bloody beauty is not worth the money, and he will not be worth the loss. You must know that this money is easy to find, but this material is hard to find. This jadeite top-quality raw material is a hot item, so Jian'er has no worries about selling it.

"How is it? How are Miss Song thinking?" I couldn't help asking again. After all, the temptation of this blood beauty was too great.

Jian'er signaled that she wanted to take a closer look, and Master Jie Shi reluctantly handed the blood beauty back to Jian'er's hand.

Another sensational striking people around him. To be honest, although Chinese people have always liked red and thought it was festive, Jian'er didn't have any strong feelings for red in her heart, and she always felt that it was too bright.

But this bloody beauty did not give Jian'er this feeling. Jian'er only felt love and heat on him. If he looked at him for a long time, he even felt a sense of strength. Jian'er felt healthy, energetic, passionate and hopeful on him.

Everyone just looked at Jian'er with a gaze. No one dared to urge him, for fear of spitting out any answers they didn't want to hear from this little mouth.

Jian'er looked at it for a long time, then nodded finally, and then shook her head.

With Jian'er's actions, everyone's hearts were up and down. What does this mean?

I saw that Jian'er finally stopped fiddling with the bloody beauty in her hand, and raised her head to look at everyone: "Sell! But..." As soon as the word "Sell" was released, everyone's hearts were delighted, but the two words "But" made everyone's hearts rise again, "Wait for half of it first and then talk about it."

At this time, everyone remembered the smaller part that had been removed before. Everyone who reacted knew that it was not Master Jieshi's fault, but they could not help but turn their attention to him, which made Master Jieshi unable to help but shrink his neck because he was scared.

The beauty of glass-type blood actually cut a piece with one knife. Everyone's heart was bleeding. You must know that even if it was a piece with a very small scratch, it was a sin.
Chapter completed!