"Ten thousand."
Ling Xiaoyu looked up and directly spat out two words.
"Miss, your bargaining is too ruthless. This jade was hauled from Myanmar, and the shipping cost alone isn't a small sum."
Upon hearing Ling Xiaoyu's price cut, the middle-aged owner immediately started to lament.
"Humph, don't cry poor now. You're not only hauling this one rough stone. Ten thousand is a reasonable price. Otherwise, I'll report your deceit to the person in charge here, and then you can prepare to pack up." Ling Xiaoyu snorted coldly, completely skeptical of the middle-aged owner's excuses.
"Alright, ten thousand it is."
The middle-aged owner looked pained, then reluctantly nodded.
Ling Xiaoyu handed the middle-aged owner a bank card, and after swiping 10,000 yuan on the POS machine, the transaction was complete. The piece of white sand leather material belonged to Ling Xiaoyu.
"Boss, how much for this rough stone?"
