The onlookers surrounding the scene all revealed expressions of surprise, clicking their tongues in admiration; some were even ready to snatch up the material before Huo Sining could.
"Boss, how much for this stone? I'll buy it for three hundred thousand, what do you say?" someone in the crowd had already started calling out a price.
"Three hundred thousand for a Da Hong Pao? You must be dreaming! Boss, I'll offer five hundred thousand!"
"Eight hundred thousand!"
...
True to his profession as a merchant, as soon as the Chicken Blood Stone was cut and red color appeared, he stopped cutting and lifted his head, looking at Huo Sining with pride:
"Madam, how about that? I told you this stone could cut a Da Hong Pao, didn't I? But the price of this stone was just one hundred thousand just a moment ago, and it certainly isn't that now."
"Oh?"
Huo Sining looked down at the stone, feigning great interest, and asked with a smile:
