Jack maintained a bright smile and said, "Eight million dollars!"
His bid caused an uproar among the crowd. Everyone thought Jack had lost his mind.
One had to know that even if high-quality emeralds were to be extracted, after being polished and crafted into items like necklaces and bracelets, their value would still only amount to a few million dollars.
A raw material, being bid at more than a million dollars by the green-haired guy, was already an astronomical price. Shockingly, Jack had actually bid on it for eight million dollars.
Even if the stone produced a premium emerald, the profit after processing it would barely help break even or yield a marginal gain. More often than not, the outcome was far less desirable. If the emerald turned out to be of poor quality, the loss would be devastating.
From experience, obtaining a poor-quality emerald was far more probable than gaining a premium emerald.
It didn't matter which perspective one came from. It was absurd for Jack to bid for the raw emerald stone for eight million dollars.
Frankly speaking, this was nothing short of reckless indulgence, a sheer act of frivolous behavior for the sake of showing off. It was a downright waste of money.
The green-haired guy was furious and cursed, "Do you even know anything about raw stones? I'm bidding for it to add to my collection. What do you want it for? To purely challenge me?"
From the expression on the green-haired guy's face, it seemed like he had given up. After all, no one was dumb enough to beat that.
However, Jack seemed calm and unbothered. "I like it. What are you going to do about it? I have the money, and this is how I want to spend it."
He had that smug, money-can-do-anything attitude as if taunting, "What? Are you mad about it? Too bad; bite me."
"Eight million dollars—going once, going twice, and sold!" The auctioneer's gavel came down with a decisive thud.
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