Everyone's eyes turned to Yang Zimei, and they found that she could actually cut the piece of wool cleanly, but the way she cut it was really unflattering.
She completely thought that the wool was a piece of waste stone and cut everything in the middle with a cutter. Zeng Tianhua was frightened and stopped her in a hurry and said, "Niuniu, you can't cut the wool like this. If there is any jadeite, you will cut it!"
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"Uncle, isn't there no jade in this?"
Yang Zimei pretended to be innocent and continued to cut the piece of wool into eight pieces with a knife.
"Haha, sister, it seems that you are indeed a country girl. You have the strength to cut such strong wool into something like this. It's a pity that a country girl is a country girl and doesn't know anything."
Zhou Jieying mocked at the side, "Aren't you afraid that if you cut it like this, your uncle and Mr. Murong will go bankrupt?"
"whee--"
Yang Zimei bared his teeth and smiled at her, "My purpose is just to bankrupt you and those who support you. As for my uncle and Mr. Murong, I don't think they will go bankrupt."
"Do you think you are a god? Can you influence the gambling situation?"
Zhou Jieying looked at the remaining five pieces of wool on Yang Zimei's side with contempt, "You want to beat me with these last five small and ugly pieces of wool? Stop daydreaming and go home early to farm.
, don’t come here to embarrass yourself.”
"I just like to be embarrassed, so what?"
Yang Zimei raised his eyebrows and said, "How about we raise the bet? Ten million is really too little!"
"Raise? Do you have money?"
Zhou Jieying glanced at her sideways, "I want to raise the bet, but I'm afraid that you can't afford to give me money if you lose. Then don't sell yourself to make money. Gee, I think even if you sell yourself, you won't be able to sell it for much money, right? Those big guys
If a celebrity buys one, it will only cost hundreds of thousands at most."
"I can lend her money!"
Murong Yunqing spoke from the side.
"Mr. Murong, are you out of your mind?" Zhou Jieying saw Murong Yunqing helping Yang Zimei again and again, she became angry and said indiscriminately.
"Ms. Zhou, does it have nothing to do with you whether I'm suffering from brain damage?"
Murong glanced at her lightly, then turned to look at Yang Zimei, "Xiaomei, how much do you want to borrow?"
"Two hundred million."
As soon as Yang Zimei's voice came out, the hearts of everyone present were frightened, and then the whole place burst into an uproar.
"Two hundred million? Is there any mistake? Does this little girl have any concept of money? Does she think it is a ghost coin that can be printed at any time?"
"She was about to lose, but she still persisted. Mr. Murong actually helped her go crazy. It's really inexplicable."
Zeng Tianhua's eyelids jumped when he heard Yang Zimei report the number.
Even if all his net worth is lost, he will only have more than 100 million.
"Niuniu, don't be ridiculous, 200 million is not a joke." He said nervously to Yang Zimei.
Yang Zimei smiled and turned to look at Murong Yunqing, "Mr. Murong, do you have that much money to lend me?"
"I don't have any cash, but this shop, plus the wool here, is enough for a mortgage of 200 million." Murong Yunqing said.
"That's good."
Yang Zimei turned to look at Zhou Jieying, "Miss Zhou, can you afford to bet 200 million?"
When Zhou Jieying heard that Murong Yunqing wanted to mortgage all the store's materials to help Yang Zimei, she was so angry that she lost consciousness, "I have three hundred properties under my name, why can't I afford to gamble?"
"Oh, it turns out to be the house sister!"
Yang Zimei said with a look of sudden realization, "No wonder our housing prices in China are rising so fast. It turns out that it is in your hands. I admire you!"
Zhou Jieying heard the sarcasm in her tone, and her face turned red with anger.