Yuxiang

40

"It's broken, it's a pity."

"Yeah, this piece of wool looks good. I was also optimistic about it just now. Fortunately, I didn't buy it."

"Where is this? There is more than half of such a big piece of wool that has not been cut!" This is what a young man who is obviously a bit of an amateur said.

"Young man, you don't know. The selection of wool and calcite is very particular. As far as this piece of wool is concerned, this surface is the most likely to appear green. If there is no...hehe, the chances are not great." An old man next to him sighed and shook his head.

"A little chance is better than no chance." The young man knew he didn't understand, so he muttered.

"This brother is right, having a chance is better than having no chance."

The middle-aged man heard the young man's words, smiled at him, stretched out his hand and drew another line on the wool: "Little master, just cut it here."

"okay!"

The buddy agreed, and cut the saw blade of the rock breaker against that line.

With the rotation of the saw blade, the hearts of the onlookers couldn't help but submit... The Chinese people are so lively, and they are very devoted.Although this piece of wool has nothing to do with them even if the emerald is unraveled, at least they can be envious and jealous, and relax their mood. Of course, if it fails, everyone can sigh at the same time. It's not cheap, and seeing someone less lucky than you makes you feel equally relaxed.

"Old Huang, that boss seems very nervous, how much is that piece of material?" Murong Xianxian asked softly.

"Every stone gambler is nervous. His surname is Zhuang, and he is also an old stone gambler. That piece of wool is not cheap, 12 yuan. It looks bullish from the outside. I didn't expect..." Old Huang Yao Shaking his head, he didn't say any more.

12 million?

Murong Xianxian couldn't help but be dumbfounded to herself, there are really people who spend a lot of money to buy these stones, this kind of gambling is much more serious than people who buy lottery tickets... No, there is no comparison between the two.

"Murong, what do you think of this piece of material?" Yan Haotian asked curiously.

I think?

Murong Xianxian felt that this question was too silly, so she paused: "I think... that piece of material is so white inside!"

so white?

Several people followed her gaze and couldn't help laughing. The piece of wool that was cut off again was a piece of white flowers, without the slightest greenness.

"Lao Zhuang, let's sell it for 5 yuan." A bystander familiar with the middle-aged man greeted.

"It's difficult! I'm afraid this half of the material is not even worth [-] yuan, but [-] yuan." Another person shook his head and said.

"Don't talk about it, I can compete with this piece of material!"

Lao Zhuang gritted his teeth fiercely, rolled up his sleeves and said to the guy: "Little master, please let me go, I will solve it myself."

The guy got up and gave up his seat without further ado... This is a very common thing. Some people really like the process of untangling the emerald from the wool by themselves, so as long as the customer has a request, they will not refuse.

Lao Zhuang didn't draw the line this time. He looked at the position just now, gestured with his finger, about two fingers away, and cut down again... One cut, two cuts, three or four cuts, followed by the piece The wool material gradually became thinner, Lao Zhuang's movements and expressions turned out to be a bit tragic, and the expressions of the bystanders also showed a bit of sympathy.

This is not just a failure of eyesight... This is 12 yuan, and the tofu cubes seem to disappear. If you want to replace it with real tofu, how many pieces do you have to buy?

Snapped!

The last piece of material fell to the ground, Lao Zhuang smiled self-deprecatingly, and raised his head to greet Lao Huang: "Sorry, Lao Huang, I have delayed your business."

"Old Zhuang, haven't you met? They are old friends, so I won't say these things, and it's nothing to miss occasionally." Lao Huang smiled and comforted him, then turned his face and said: "Murong Xiu, you can get rid of it now. ?”

Murong Xianxian nodded.

"Hey, Lao Zhuang, wait a minute."

The person who greeted the old village before stopped him, and then pointed to the dozen or so stones on the ground and shouted to the surrounding people: "Everyone, this piece of wool looks like it has been cut to pieces, but there may be several stones in it." Very pleasantly surprised, are you willing to try your luck?"

"Old Chen, why bother?" Lao Zhuang smiled wryly.

"Gambling with stones, the most important thing is the word 'gambling'." That old Chen said disapprovingly.

"What does he mean?" Murong Xianxian was a little confused.

"There is still room for cutting the wool on the ground. If there is emerald in it, it will be a real profit." Yan Haotian laughed.

"Oh, how much does that cost?" Murong Xianxian asked.

"That's 800 yuan a slice, but it's still a bit of a gamble." Lao Huang said beside him.

Bet?

Murong Xianxian's heart moved, her feet moved a little closer to the pile of stones, and tried to sense it... Huh? Spiritual energy fluctuations?

Although the feeling is not very strong, she can be sure that her feeling is not wrong, and she will make a move when it is time to make a move. Seeing a few more people coming over to see the goods, she calmly raised her head and asked Lao Zhuang: " Mr. Zhuang, do you really want to sell these scraps?"

Lao Zhuang took a look at the materials, and there was a look of reluctance in his eyes. He nodded and said: "Each piece is five hundred, a total of thirteen pieces, not sold in bulk."

Before Murong Xianxian could answer, Yan Haotian next to him stepped forward and said, "Mr. Zhuang, this price is a little too high. That's right, you spent 12 yuan on this piece of raw material, but everyone knows what the result will be. Luckily, the price you offered is more expensive than the whole stuffed wool in Boss Huang's shop."

"How much do you think is appropriate?" Lao Zhuang glanced at him, probably feeling that he had overpaid.

"A piece of one hundred yuan, cut off the head and tail, a total of ten yuan, 1000 yuan, how about it?" Yan Haotian asked.

"That's one thousand." Lao Zhuang smiled wryly, and threw all 12 in. What do you care about with this little money?

After paying the money, Murong Xianxian first collected the 13 yuan stone flakes together, and then picked out the ultra-thin stones that were obviously worthless at first glance, and then picked out the three thickest ones... One of them is Contains aura.

"Little master, please help me untie the stone." She put three stones in front of the guy.

"Where do you start?" the man asked casually.

The situation of this stone has long been known, neither the stone interpreters nor the onlookers are very optimistic. Some people stay here patiently, just to watch the excitement.

Murong Xianxian pondered for a while, and drew a line with the same position on the three stones with chalk, "Start cutting from here, if there is no green, cut every ten centimeters."