"My dear little heart, 400 million, those little Japanese devils really are loaded, no wonder their kids drive Bugattis and the like," Zhou Botong declared sentimentally.
"They have a good enough reason, don't they, trying to prevent treasures from leaving the country? But when he says that, he's just spouting nonsense to earn some good reputation—that's all. To gain both the jadeite and the fame, that's way more effective than any advertisement," Lin Tian said with an indifferent smile.
"You can still smile? 400 million is already sky-high. I doubt Sister Song's jade carving can reach this level," Zhou Botong said.
"Brother Zhou, where is your fighting spirit? You're giving up just because it's 400 million?" Lin Tian provoked deliberately.
He was aware that Zhou Botong was just venting, and indeed wouldn't give up, because that was just Zhou Botong's nature—to never stop talking.
