Mysterious treasure chest

Chapter 254 Raising the knife and falling with the hand, it broke?
Yang Hao didn't care about other people's opinions. He opened his perspective eyes, looked at the rough stone on the workbench, and started the cutting machine at the same time.

In the next second, the hand raised the knife and fell!
Click!

The oval rough stone is cut in the middle.

Yang Hao's movements were simple and rough, not as cautious as when others were diagnosing stones.

It seemed that what he was cutting was not a rough jadeite worth hundreds of thousands, but a white radish worth a few cents a catty!
Niu Wanwan and others were amazed by this kind of arrogance that regards money as dung. Even if they were not optimistic about Yang Hao's Jieshi, they were still impressed by his arrogance.

Liu Qing was even more dazzled by the sight, she was actually not the kind of green tea whore who loves money, but which woman doesn't want the man she likes to be rich and willing to spend money?
Snapped!
Yang Hao put down the cutting machine, loosened the base used to fix the rough stone, and then gently broke the rough stone on both sides, and the rough stone was split into two.

Everyone stretched their necks quickly and leaned over to see if the jade was cut out.

As a result, what came into view was the most ordinary stone, without green, without floating flowers, not even the worst kind of low-grade jadeite like cotton wool.

You must know that this kind of lowest-grade jadeite is often used to make floor tiles, and the wholesale price ranges from tens of dollars to hundreds of dollars per ton.

This is the price of a ton. If it is converted into a price by the catty, it is really worth less than white radish.

But now, Yang Hao's movement of raising and lowering the knife is handsome, but the hundreds of thousands of raw stones from the old pit in Burma have not even been cut out of the lowest-grade jadeite, which is simply bad luck!
Niu Wanwan looked at it, walked over and sighed, and comforted Yang Hao: "My brother, don't be discouraged, this time it's time to pay the tuition fee, don't be so self-willed in the future, we are gambling with stones, not out of anger, you say right?"

Old Wang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he was really afraid that Yang Hao would cut something good, wouldn't he vomit blood?

At this time, he was gloating and laughing: "Ahem, old cow, don't worry about eating carrots. This little brother looks like a godly hero at first glance. He is not short of money. Hundreds of thousands are just a drizzle. !"

The other onlookers also began to sneer and say everything, but the thin man spoke most professionally and directly.

"Hey, just this shitty dog-shit stone, even if there is jade in it, it is most likely the worst bean seed, even if it is cut out, it is still a material for street stalls."

He curled his lips and said: "But I really didn't expect that there is no worst hole, only more holes. Such a big piece of dog-shit stone has not even cut out the garbage material for making floor tiles. It's really an anecdote!"

In the eyes of connoisseurs, jadeite must be at least made of bean seeds before it can be called jadeite.

As for the white materials used to make floor tiles, in their eyes, they are nothing but rubbish. Calling 'Jade' is an insult to the word 'Jade'!
But Yang Hao's knife cut through the middle of the original stone, and even the garbage material was not cut out. It was the most common stone on the roadside.

So someone began to boo: "Little brother, did you really buy this rough stone here? Could it be a pickle stone picked up somewhere? Or maybe you were cheated by Baoyuzhai?"

Pickle stones refer to the stones that people pick up to press pickles when they are pickling pickles. In the jargon of stone gamblers, they are specially used to ridicule those worthless rubbish rough stones.

Upon hearing this, Niu Wanwan and Lao Wang quit.

Niu Wanwan jumped out first, glared at the person who made the fuss first, and said with a sneer, "Huh, Liao Xueshi, you are trying to smash the signboard of my Baoyuzhai, right? How dare you say that I regard the pickle stone as an old man? Pit rough stones for sale, believe it or not, I will sue you for defamation!"

The old Wang followed up and scolded: "Grass, the owner of this rough stone is me, come here, I still have the record of trading on the Burmese public market back then, everyone, take a look and see if this stone is really an old pit." Rough stone!"

He even brought transaction records and photos of the scene with him, which shows how deep his resentment towards this dog-shit rock is.

At this time, Lao Wang took out these things and let everyone pass them on, and immediately blocked the mouths of those who made a fuss.

Liao Xueshi was still stubborn, and yelled at Old Wang: "Even if this broken stone is really the old pit stone you bought from the Burmese public market, but now you can't even cut out the most rubbish material, then what's wrong with you?" ...then it's a worthless pickle stone!"

Old Wang was so angry that he blew his beard and stared: "You, you, you...you fart, this is obviously the rough stone of Laokeng, even if you can't cut out the jade, it is bad luck, how can you say it is a pickle stone?!"

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, Yang Hao was not happy.

In fact, the knife he just did was purely to try the cutting machine. After all, he has never used this thing before, and he doesn't know what kind of experience it is to use it to cut rough stones.

Now that the knife is down, Yang Hao has mastered the heat of the cutting machine, just fixed the rough stone again, and is about to continue cutting, but the people around are making a lot of noise, which makes his ears hurt.

So Yang Hao raised his brows, and roared angrily: "I don't mind if you guys fight or have a concert, but please go outside the warehouse and yell, don't cry like ghosts here!"

With a lion's roar, the audience was immediately silent, and the eardrums were buzzing from Yang Hao's roar, and it was hard to slow down.

Niu Wanwan thought that Yang Hao had failed in betting on stones, so he was unhappy, so he quickly comforted him: "My brother, don't be angry, there is an old saying in the stone betting business, 'one knife is poor, one knife is rich, and one knife wears linen'. It’s the drama of the ups and downs in this business.”

As he spoke, he stood on tiptoe, patted Yang Hao's shoulder, and said earnestly: "Although you failed to resolve the stone this time, temporary setbacks are not terrible, as long as..."

Yang Hao was baffled by this, and made a gesture of twisting his neck and spreading his hands: "Mr. Niu, I just made the first cut, and the stone removal has just started, why did it fail?"

Hearing this, the gazes of the onlookers immediately focused on, and they glanced back and forth several times between Yang Hao and the dog-shit stone that had been cut in half.

I thought it was all cut like this, you kid is still stubborn?
The thin man couldn't help but said again: "Big brother, your first cut has been like this. You split the rough stone in two from the middle, but you didn't even cut a fart out."

He speaks quickly, regardless of whether it sounds ugly or not: "In the jargon, this is called 'a clean break', and it has already been cut properly. I advise you not to continue cutting."

"Take these two rough stones back and process them. Maybe you can fool the ignorant people and sell them for a little money to make up for the loss. Don't you think so?"

After the thin man finished speaking, he deliberately winked at Yang Hao, and then glanced at Lao Wang, making it clear that Yang Hao was taken advantage of and Lao Wang was a fool.

It's really insulting that this guy doesn't use dirty words when swearing!

(End of this chapter)