When everyone present was slightly stunned when they heard Xiahou Jie's words, they all looked at Ye Hao meaningfully.

This thousand-year-old pure Dzi bead is worth millions per one.

I'm afraid that this kind of guy who is a soft-earned person doesn't know how many millions are?

Give him millions of things tonight, so he should not sit down and have to watch from the side.

Although the damage is not great, it is extremely insulting!

Zheng Man'er's face suddenly sank.

However, before she got angry, Ye Hao said lightly: "Let's forget it."

"A street stall goods that cost ten yuan is too much."

"I don't like it."

When everyone heard Ye Hao's words, the audience suddenly became silent, and everyone looked at it with a strange expression.

"My last name is Ye, what do you mean!?"

Zhou Huijun's pretty face sank, and his face was full of evil spirits.

"Although you are Zheng Man'er's ex-husband, in our circle, you don't even have the qualifications to be a marginal person!"

"How dare you say that the things that Mr. Xiahou gave us were street stall goods?"

"You may not understand, but can you stop talking nonsense?"

"What else can nonsense besides making us look down on you even more?

Zheng Man'er was slightly stunned. There were nine Dzi beads in her handbag, which were priceless.

If you think about it carefully, the so-called Nine-Eyed Dzi beads given by Xiahou Jie seem to have different texture and touch than those in his bag.

"Boy, you mean, I'll use fakes to fool everyone?"

Xiahou Jie also pulled away the gentle mask at this moment, but instead spoke sneered.

"Let me tell you, for the sake of Man'er's face, I will give you a chance to kneel down and apologize to me!"

"Otherwise, I'll tell you!"

"In Yanjing, this acre of three-point land, don't say whether it will develop or not!"

"I just need to speak, and I promise you won't even need to beg for food!"

At this moment, Xiahou Jie looked arrogant, as if he was the king of Yanjing. Every word he said would be prohibited in Yanjing.

Zheng Man'er frowned slightly and said, "Young Master Xiahou, Ye Hao doesn't mean that."

"Mr. Zheng, if a person makes a mistake, he must admit it. If he is beaten, he must stand attentive!"

Zhou Huijun had a stern face.

"Even if this is the little white face you have raised, you can't spoil him so much, right?"

"Ye Hao, if you are a man, you can do things for me one by one!"

"Hurry up and apologize to Mr. Xiahou, kneel down and kowtow!"

"Otherwise, the consequences are not something you can bear!"

"Even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about Man'er, right?"

Everyone present looked at Ye Hao with a joke on his face, thinking that this little face who didn't know anything was sensational, absurd and ridiculous.

Ye Hao had no intention of kneeling down, but took the pink Dzi bead in Zheng Man'er's hand with his backhand and spoke indifferently.

"There are less than a hundred pure Dzi beads in the world, and any of them are in the hands of collectors or Buddhist sects."

"It's extremely difficult to see one outside on weekdays!"

"I heard that even the old Buddhists in the top ten families who believe in Buddhism need huge energy if they want to ask for a Dzi bead."

"But here at your Xiahou Young Master, it has become a toy on the street. Can you have it if you want it?"

"A few million more?"

Ye Hao sneered.

"However, I have heard that since the early 1980s, many people have made so-called Treasure Island Dzi beads in the Baodao Province opposite the mainland."

"With large pieces of agate, cut, carve, and pickle with chemicals."
Chapter completed!