The two people looked at Lu Shanhong.
Lu Shanhong said helplessly, "You two masters, with my little savings, I won't gamble with you."
He couldn't bear to become someone else's bet.
The two old men stared at each other, neither willing to concede.
Someone suggested, "How about this: both of you pay half of this stone's price, and whoever wins the bet gets to keep it."
Someone shook his head and said, "If Master Du Mao wins, wouldn't he lose out?"
Du Mao waved his hand, saying, "No problem. I can afford bets worth billions, but whoever loses must admit openly that their skills are inferior and kowtow as a sign of respect."
"Bring it on, who's afraid of you?" He Yunpeng said coldly.
The crowd marveled, exclaiming that a master in the stone betting world indeed has wealth.
After each paid their respective dues, Master He snorted coldly, "Cut it."
