"Why don't you ask around for the name of the Lu family's Fourth Young Master?"
It suddenly dawned on Chu Liuyue. So, this is Chu Xianmin's cousin.
Things haven't even begun to take shape, yet he was trying to claim his connections. Indeed, people who didn't belong together also didn't get to live together.
The old man scoffed. "I don't care who you are! Ten thousand silver taels, not a penny less. You can't afford it, but there are many who can."
Lu Zhitao was so furious that he could only laugh. Playing with that red stone, he spoke openly, "Really? I'd like to see who would be willing to buy this thing."
He glared at his surroundings with a look of warning. Those who had been interested in the red stone stopped in their tracks. Nobody could afford to offend the Lu family's Fourth Young Master.
A red stone of this size would cost 2,000 silver taels at most. Nobody would pay 10,000 silver taels for it.
