Ten... ten million? The young translator's mouth twitched uncontrollably; he felt as if the whole world had gone mad! A fragment of a pot, and this old Russian was actually willing to spend ten million?
The translator quickly interpreted Smith's words, and upon hearing them, the surrounding stall owners were all dumbfounded!
What's going on? Ten million?
Huang Yanli felt like her brain was about to explode! Others might not know, but she did—she had watched her own father piece together this Purple Sand Pot!
What the hell! So, this boss actually scammed the old Russian out of ten million with a pot that was pieced together?
Dear dad, please piece together a few more Purple Sand Pots like this for me!
Smith's reaction surprised Qin Yu. He had intended to swindle the old Russian properly but hadn't expected the old Russian to be so forthcoming. Ten million was already a fair price.
