Gao Youcai first cut the piece of wool he bought for half a million yuan, but it turned out that it was all white stones, not even the green skin.
He continued to cut into two pieces with an ugly expression on his face, but still no green color came out.
He became frustrated and began to fix the remaining piece of black sand fur material, which was his last hope.
He knew that everyone here was laughing at his joke, because he just said too much and he couldn't get off the stage.
It will definitely come out green, it will definitely come out green, he prayed while cutting.
When he was halfway through cutting it, Yang Zimei suddenly discovered that his piece of wool was oozing with ink fluorescence.
It seems that this rich man's luck is not so unlucky.
Gao Youcai angrily cut the large piece of wool to the center, but there was still no trace of green. He cut the rest with a sharp knife several times.
Yang Zimei's brows raised slightly, and she saw the waste material containing ink fluorescence rolling down to the side of the ground without being cut out.
When Gao Youcai saw that he had completely blocked the leak, his face was as ugly as dirt, and he cursed: "His grandma's bear actually used fake wool to deceive people, causing me to spend so much money and buy a pile of waste stones."
Upon hearing his words, Murong Yunqing's eyes hidden behind the lenses darkened.
"Boss Gao, this is how gambling on stones is. Even in the old pit, the wool that can turn green is only one ten thousandth. Otherwise, there would be no saying that there is hell and heaven with one sword. Yushixuan's reputation has always been
It's good, unlike those wool stalls on the street, which are never fake." Li Dacheng on the side couldn't help but said.
Gao Youcai suddenly remembered that Murong Yunqing was not a simple person. He was shocked by his gaffe and hurriedly laughed and said: "Haha, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just said something out of anger. Mr. Murong, please don't blame a rough guy like me.
, don’t understand anything.”
Murong Yunqing ignored him.
"Who owns these scraps? I want to pick up a few pieces to practice my skills with." Yang Zimei looked down at the scraps on the ground and said.
"It's his." Murong Yunqing looked at her thoughtfully and said.
"Boss Gao, how about two thousand yuan, and these scraps belong to me?" Yang Zimei asked Gao Youcai.
When Gao Youcai saw it was her, he rolled his eyes and said, "You want to buy something I spent a million for for two thousand yuan? Huh, no, not unless you give me twenty thousand yuan!"
"Forget it, anyway, I just want to use some scrap materials to practice stone interpretation. Since you don't want to, just take them away." Yang Zimei looked indifferent and lowered his head to look at the other materials deliberately.
Gao Youcai looked at the pile of scraps on the ground. It was useless for him to have them. Two thousand yuan was better than nothing.
"Two thousand yuan, all for you." He gritted his teeth and said.
Yang Zimei felt secretly happy, but still pretended to be indifferent on his face. He transferred two thousand yuan to him, then picked up the piece of wool with ink fluorescence from the ground, picked up the grinding wheel from the side and polished it carefully.
stand up.
After a while, everyone clearly saw an ink-colored interface peeking out of the originally white stone in her hand.
"Is it green? Is it Mo Fei?" Li Dacheng stepped forward and asked.
Yang Zimei smiled without answering and continued polishing.
When Gao Youcai, who was just about to leave in frustration, heard this, he hurriedly turned around and saw that the piece of scrap material in Yang Zimei's hand turned out to be jadeite. He shouted angrily: "That's my material, and it belongs to me!"