The owner put on an expression of someone reluctantly parting with a treasure. "When I first acquired this piece, it nearly cost me half my life. I could never bear to cut it open, treating it as the lucky charm of my shop."
"Young man, I won't charge you a high price for this. How about you just trade that piece of Icy Species for it?"
Many people in the crowd were tempted, but they shrank back at the thought of the price. Although it was possible to find something worth tens of millions, there was always a huge element of risk. Nothing was ever certain, and a loss of four hundred thousand could push an ordinary family to the brink of bankruptcy.
Some people even advised Jiang Ce to quit while he was ahead, lest he end up with nothing for all his trouble.
Jiang Ce wasn't a fool; he knew exactly what tricks the owner had up his sleeve. Under his spiritual vision, the inside of the sixty-kilogram behemoth was perfectly clear.
