Yang Zimei continued to unravel the stone, and she naturally knew it a long time ago. In addition to the few scraps that could be bought, what she later uncovered was a piece of green jade grown in water and a piece of violet grown in glass.
However, she really liked the violet jadeite.
I never knew that there would be purple in this world that was so beautiful, so elegant, so noble, so warm and refreshing.
Among all the colors, except white and blue, her favorite is purple.
Although this piece of violet is only as big as a fist, it has good water quality and bright color, which is enough to make everyone envy and hate it.
Someone offered 30 million yuan, but Yang Zimei refused.
She doesn't want to sell any jade, she just wants to use it to make ornaments or protective items for the people she cherishes.
As for money, she should not be short of it now. There is a big bag of antiques from the Han Dynasty hidden in the house. When she is short of money, she can just take out one and buy it, which will make her life worry-free.
Huang Ming also solved the piece of red jade, a water species, which was as big as a baby's head.
He was also not short of money, so he refused the auction and took it home directly.
Although Huang Xiongyuan did not get the best jadeite in his bet, he did find a piece of hibiscus as big as a basketball, which was a small gain in his bet.
As for the middle-aged uncle, he bought three pieces, one piece was green skin and two pieces were scraps. He was so angry that he vomited blood again.
Since his blood vessels had been cleared by Yang Zimei using acupuncture before, he was lucky enough not to burst his blood vessels. However, he resented Yang Zimei in his heart and felt that she had robbed him of all his good luck.
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Yang Zimei asked Murong Yunqing for a big bag and casually put the three pieces of jade into it.
"You, it's true that pearls are covered with grass. These three pieces of jade are priceless." Mu Yun Yunqing shook his head and said.
"Haha, a pearl is a pearl. No matter whether it is covered with grass or wrapped in silk, it will not affect its value." Yang Zimei said with a smile.
"That's right." Murong Yunqing smiled and nodded. Even though she was wearing simple clothes, it could not hide her dazzling brilliance.
"Mr. Murong, you have been away for so long, but you seem to be a different person. Did something happen?" Yang Zimei saw that his brows were slightly furrowed and his expression was a little gloomy, so he couldn't help but ask.
Murong Yunqing smiled and nodded, "You are indeed experiencing the greatest baptism and ideological struggle in your life."
"How is the result?"
Murong Yunqing looked at her deeply, pursed his lips, his eyes were a little dazed and sad, and his tone was sad, "I still lost!"
The look in his eyes made Yang Zimei's heart ache slightly, and he comforted him: "Everything will be fine!"
"Everything will be fine?" Murong Yunqing glanced at her with a wry smile, and then avoided her eyes, "There will never be a chance."
"Well?"
Yang Zimei didn't understand what kind of failure he was referring to. Logically speaking, he shouldn't be such a person without fighting spirit.
"Okay, it's too late now. You should go back. I'll drive you there. Otherwise, you'll probably be in trouble if you carry this jade worth more than 100 million on the road." Murong Yunqing didn't seem to want to talk further.
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Yang Zimei looked at the heavy bag in his hand and nodded.
Murong Yunqing drove her back to the downstairs of her home and watched her slim figure go upstairs, and finally the lights in her room turned on.
He silently took out his cigarette and smoked it, when he saw a black Hummer driving slowly in front of him and parked not far from him.
The man who made him fear him like a god, dressed in black, tall and straight, with a stern face, walked out of the car holding a fiery red rose in his hand...