Now it was Fu Song's turn to be confused: "Did I offend Tang Keke? I didn't offend her, did I?

If inviting a beautiful woman to dinner is considered an offense, then how can you avoid it?

Jin Xiaobei was stunned because he found that Fu Song seemed to be right.

But why do I still feel something is wrong?

At the auction table, the bidding continues.

The fifth piece, the sixth piece...

The atmosphere became increasingly heated.

Watching the bidders make money or lose money, everyone's adrenaline surged and they quickly forgot the farce that Fu Song and Zhang Xinyuan had just created.

Since Fu Song earned 2.38 million, he has been sitting there motionless.

No matter how much the jadeite rough stones being auctioned on the stage are worth, it seems to have nothing to do with him.

Until the fourteenth block.

The starting price for this rough stone at the public auction is 360,000.

As the bidding price continued to soar, it soon reached 700,000.

Fu Song decisively raised the quotation board: 1 million!

Others who wanted to bid were immediately silenced.

However, after they found out it was Fu Song, someone bid again: 1.05 million.

After seeing the third rough stone and the Chinese red jadeite cut by Fu Song, many people have concluded that the other party's attainments in rough stone identification are extraordinary.

Now, after being silent for a long time, he takes action again. Perhaps this fourteenth piece of raw stone is not as simple as it seems?

"1.1 million!" the second person followed up with a bid.

Then came the third and fourth persons.

“1.15 million!”

"1.2 million!"

However, just as the voice shouting 1.2 million fell, Fu Song spoke again: "2 million!"

Well……

The bidder fell silent for a moment.

Directly adding 800,000, isn’t that too harsh?

Many people no longer dare to gamble, and those who dare to gamble... don't have that much money.

"Two million for the first time, two million for the second time, two million for the third time, done..."

Fu Song smiled, he won again.

He twisted his neck a little lonely and prepared to go on stage to cut the stone.

Who knew that the next moment, Zhang Xinyuan's voice said: "2.5 million!"

The crowd erupted in uproar again.

Are these two going to fight again?

Everyone instantly turned into spectators, ready to watch the PK between the two sides.

And Fu Song did not disappoint them. He said without hesitation: "3 million!"

“3.5 million!”

“Five million!!!”

He raised the price by two notches, then stood up and walked in front of Zhang Xinyuan with a mocking expression: "This rough stone is mine."

Then he waved his hand and said to the stone cutter, "Just cut!"

"Wait!" Perhaps completely enraged by Fu Song, Zhang Xinyuan's face turned pale. "I haven't even raised the price yet, who said it's yours?

Eight, one, one, ten thousand!"

"Ten million!" Fu Song shouted out 10 million as easily as he shouted out 1,000 yuan.

"You..." Zhang Xinyuan gritted his teeth. He wanted to continue shouting, but was pulled back to reality by his reason at the last moment.

“You win!”

But Zhang Xinyuan was not to be outdone: "But today I want to see what kind of rough stone can be cut into jade worth 10 million."

Fu Song looked at him and said, "Is it difficult to cut out 10 million? I remember I just cut out a 40 million piece this morning."

"you……"

Fu Song suddenly said, "Mr. Zhang, I remember your family makes cars, right?"

Zhang Xinyuan was stunned: "What do you mean?"

“Nothing much, I just want to advise you to make cars properly and not mess around.

For example, gambling on stones is full of twists and turns, and you can’t grasp it at all.”

After saying that, he looked at Tang Keke again: "Beauty, what I said before was the truth. I really want to treat you to a meal. Please give me some face!"

Tang Keke looked at Fu Song and suddenly changed her silence: "Really?"

“Guaranteed genuine!”

"Can."

"Ah?" Now it was Fu Song's turn to be dumbfounded.

He invited Tang Keke twice, of course not to pursue this favored girl, but to stimulate Zhang Xinyuan from the side.

Fu Song originally thought that Tang Keke would ignore him like last time, but unexpectedly...

Tang Keke kept looking Fu Song up and down, with a half-smile on her face: "Ah what? Don't tell me you were just saying that casually."

"How is that possible? If I say I'll treat you to a meal, then I'll treat you to a meal."

Fu Song was just a little dazed because he was not mentally prepared. He reacted quickly: "Tomorrow at noon..."

"Wait!" Tang Keke interrupted her before she could finish her words. "It's fine if you treat me to a meal, but there's a condition."

"Conditions? What conditions?"

Tang Keke pointed to the fourteenth rough stone that Fu Song had bought and suddenly smiled: "If you can cut it up, I will promise you.

But you don't have to treat me, how about I treat you directly?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhang Xinyuan's expression changed again.

Because Tang Keke had never agreed to any man's dinner invitation since she was a child, let alone taking the initiative to pay for the meal.

This is simply a fantasy.

But Fu Song scratched his head in frustration: "Beauty, your requirements are so high, I'm afraid I can't complete them! Can you not pay me?"

Tang Keke thought about it and said, "That's fine."

Fu Song clapped his hands and said, "It's a deal then. As long as I don't pay you any money, you'll treat me to a meal."

After saying that, he quickly rushed to the auction table.

The moment Fu Song came on stage, the enthusiasm of the audience was instantly ignited.

Because the venue is so large, the staff of Pingzhou Public Auction installed loudspeakers in every corner.

So they heard clearly what Fu Song and Tang Keke said just now.

My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It will be even more exciting later!