Wufu felt it was such a pity because she had missed out. If she had been in time to acquire the first piece of rough jade, she could have secured a surefire profit since the auctioneers always stirred up the atmosphere with the first lot to hook the participants' emotions.
And the more people who joined in, the higher the commission for the association would naturally be, so it was indeed regrettable to miss out.
She blamed those few for making her lose out on a guaranteed full green.
Wufu's resentment ran deep, and with a sidelong glance at those individuals, they suddenly felt a chill down their spines. Where did this draft come from?
Whether gambling or trading, the first piece of rough material was a success, and the buyer went down to settle the deal. Then the second piece was brought up, looking dull and unimpressive.
But in the most unspectacular part, a small spot had been rubbed clean, revealing a faint patch of green.
